Her hair is the color
of the sky's dying fire
The freckles on her cheeks
Are like shining stars
A million dreams
Glisten in her eyes
She is never lost
Just wondering
Shoes worn
Hands scarred
And cursed
with a longing heart
YOU ARE READING
Inside of Me
PoetryPoems and words from inside of me. Some are random thoughts, others are pictures painted with words and some are a little bit of both.
