Art of My Own
I'm in no way an artist.
My eyes burning.
But my tears are the paint,
Lashes the brush,
My bed sheets the canvass.
My eyes burn.
Tears flood.
Mind shut.
While the painting unfolds in front of me.
A timeline of such....
Copyright © Alyssa Ramos | Year Posted 2018
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