rays of yellow (for the sun as our beacon)
quiet smile on the face
with glimmers of white on the side
above dark vile thoughts
in her damaged brain
YOU ARE READING
mind of a girl
PoetryAll rights belong to the brain, where the information seeks the sane. for the collections of poems and thoughts of a growing daisy in a field of roses (aka the mind of an adolescent trying to find her way in life)
hopeful
rays of yellow (for the sun as our beacon)
quiet smile on the face
with glimmers of white on the side
above dark vile thoughts
in her damaged brain
