| So i am a crazy funloving girl. i love to draw and paint, i am just starting to use watercolors. so tell me what you think! |
Broken BeautyThrown off a tower. Dead.Broken Beauty
A victim of his own accord. Couldn't find the final chord. One too many One too few He lost the key That, no one knew
Broken Beauty can't afford, To let itself receive rewards. Whispers, whisper In his mid He hears softly Of a different kind
He could not be assured. That he said such beautiful words. Growing louder Broken paths Stumbling along The door is latched
Broken Beauty said Goodbye Broken Beauty dropped the key, Broken Beauty couldn't cry Broken
DoorsDoor in green, Made by loving hands Carved with tools of old. It sees a family's loving times, It sees them when they don't fit the rhyme. The open-ers can come bearing gift Or bodies of the smallest kids. It saw the holidays It also saw the hellish-days. Screaming, hugging, Kissing, slugging. Beauty in the quiet place. Beauty in the memories.Doors
Door in red, Factory made Coldish metal stamped with brands. It sees a schoolyard, Children running, slamming hard. Dragging feet, with cold hard views Students don't feel like they h
| So i am a crazy funloving girl. i love to draw and paint, i am just starting to use watercolors. so tell me what you think! |
enough for the watch
i hope you enjoy things to come
for your next deviant to watch
her work is pretty similar to mine
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Screws fall out all the time- the world is an imperfect place.
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