Her life was like a canvas
Painted in the colours of love and hate
But in the end
The painter was fate
The colours that she saw
She could not choose
They were out of reach
For she was only the muse
YOU ARE READING
Sad Souls
PoetryThings I never had the courage to say aloud but wrote down instead, hoping that one day another soul like myself would come across it; hoping that someday someone could relate and be able to say 'I am not alone.' ♡Poetry♡ (Cover wasn't drawn by me)
