Category - Poems
Lining her eyes, filling her lips, Oh, She painted them so well. A mirror on that wall, though seen her raw, Lied to her everyday. A smiling face, perfect and glowing, She carried it with such a grace. Little did they...
Lining her eyes, filling her lips, Oh, She painted them so well. A mirror on that wall, though seen her raw, Lied to her everyday. A smiling face, perfect and glowing, She carried it with such a grace. Little did they...