The brush danced on her skin
Leaving a trail of blooming red flowers
Oh a beautiful artwork she was
Though always hidden underneath covers
Every drop of blue paint
Became an ocean on the canvas
Sparkle and shine, shimmering
As secrets lie deep in the sands
YOU ARE READING
Indulge Me
PoetryA collection of random poems that pops into my head. May not make any sense whatsoever but I needed a place to keep them.
