colorful chocolate-covered peanuts
brings me back
to time where i am
walking along side
my mother
on sunny sidewalks
and when it ends,
the day fades away
in dark hotel rooms
attempting to find
our forever home.
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the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
