She reads your face like a magazine,
your eyes hide lies beneath the truth,
your skin adorned with words,
although you have no proof.
She reads your hand like an ancient script,
the lines tell the sorrows of your past ,
the pains of your future leave a mark,
although she better read it fast,
for it will turn to dust.
She sees your arms as a masterpiece,
the colours swirling aimlessly,
you'd rather quite forget,
though pain brings such a blameless feign,
your thoughts are but amiss.
( hi! I hope you guys like this its just a little poem I made up. I'm thinking of writing more!)
YOU ARE READING
Free writes ♡
RandomHEYO so this is angsty turtles and none of these are probably gonna be published except if i incorporate them into other stories, but... I'm making this bio anyways. oh whale 😐
