her eyes caged with sadness
crystals formed
dried with time
hair as rough as a sandpaper
unfit to braid
no one dared
YOU ARE READING
Her Lines Of Poetry
Poetrywords forming poems. fabricated feelings. stack paragraphs of familiar subjects. tip of my pen that releases ink to write those unwritten words. to wrap up the works. the tapping sound of my device that creates the words I have in mind. in too deep...
