Painted Tears Poem by Rachel Bronte
Painted Tears
Fragile like a dandelion blowing in the wind
You might tell me that I'm pretty
But that don't mean a thing
Wandering heart left a mess of colour that I can't erase
I sit and dream a damn good painting of all of my mistakes
I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
Hoping someone will come and fix me
People say, people change
Why couldn't I have stayed the same
Now I'm lost
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5/3/2024 5:08:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a pretty poem, I liked it very much, thanks for sharing, Added to my favorite poems list: -) Waiting to read more by you.