Long sleeves and foundation,
My outfit everyday.
Waterproof mascara,
A promise that it will stay.
Stay through the rain
These weeping eyes create.
Weeping eyes from all this pain.
This pain that my lover gave.
Gave me bruises and broken ribs.
Ribs that ache with every breath.
Every breath stretches these bruises.
These bruises left by him..
Left by him are colourful stains.
Staines upon my skin...
YOU ARE READING
My Poetic Journey
De TodoThis book is basically my writings that go back to I think 2014. This is kind of a way for me to see how much my writing style has changed and hopefully give some people a little bit of inspiration! :-)
