Her world is losing color
Everything is black and white
She closed her eyes and tried to breathe
Why is everything not right?
Her words are lifeless
Her mind is bleak
She saw endless patterns upon her lips
But when she tries, she couldn't speak
Her eyes are blood-shot
Her hands tracing perimeters
Dead, grey, and weary
Are all that's left of her features
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
