We are all painted differently,
Some have those river tinted hair or just plain mellow—
Some have the eyes of lavender
That beckons calm and beauty
yet some honed as unique and peculiar—
Like a masterpiece resembling the stars, from an imaginative thoughts of a man
Into these words of a poet
-We're all beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden ink of Heart
PoetryLet me allure the ghost of the past, Clothed with dire love and profanity- Seduce me or not I'll suffice my pleasure through poetry.
