Your mind is an eternal windstorm
Filled with thoughts endlessly swirling
Within your brain
Your eyes are a cry for help
They show dull lifelessness
Within your sockets
Your lips are a silent scream
They are sealed tight but hold countless whispers
Within your mouth
Your arms are a tainted canvas
Painted with a sharp paintbrush
Within your skin
You are all of these things
Your mind, eyes, lips and skin
All damaged but beautiful
Within your soul
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Whispers
PoetryMy most often updated work on wattpad, which contains many different poems from love to several darker themes
