The blood on my skin,
It starts to flow thin.
The tears in my eyes,
they have started to dry.
The smile on my face,
it was replaced.
I was just another face in the crowd.
They didn't know about the clowns,
or the balloon animals,
made out of intestines.
Or the masks they had,
Those were real faces too.
YOU ARE READING
Short stories and poems
ПоэзияJust some short stories with a side of poems i decided to make. The poems will come first and then the stories will be near the end more. I may add in some poems at the end also. Please don't copy.
