The teardrops run down,
And fall off of her nose,
She cries in dark corners,
Where nobody goes,
You can follow the tracks,
From her eyes to her chin,
Years upon years,
Of letting them win,
And her eyes tell a story,
Of anger and pain,
You think that she's happy,
But just look again,
And the scars of her past,
Hidden under her clothes,
Are a roadmap to places,
That nobody known,
Her smile is now painted,
She's a master of disguise,
And you can see it all,
Just look into her eyes,
- e.h
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems
Poesía"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
