As I painted our Walls, Your Face
It was Peaceful, I felt the Absence of
War. As I draw a Stroke on my Canvas
My Brush, Fell off
But I didn't pick it up.
YOU ARE READING
set free | ✔
Poesía❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
