The tears run down,
And fall off her nose,
She cries in the dark corner,
Where nobody goes,
You can follow the path,
From her eyes to her chin,
Years upon years,
Her eyes tell a story,
Of pain and hurt,
You think she is happy,
But Just look again,
Of the scars of her past,
Hidden under her clothes,
Is a roadmap to places,
That nobody knows,
Her smile is now painted,
She is a master of disguises,
You can see it all,
Just look in her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
BREAKING FREE (wattys2017)-complete
PoetrySometimes at night, All we can do is lie there in bed and hope. Hope to fall asleep before we fall apart. ~KG Not for most readers reviewed by @RafealJeff
