The Colors of Me
I don’t fit in. No one can see. I struggle to show you all that makes me, me. Because of that, I feel insignificant once more. When I was a little girl, I dreamt of swallowing paint so what I … Continue reading The Colors of Me
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My Muse
Your blood is like ink to me, I watch it drip onto the worn pages. It swirls into beautiful images It is a story only I can see. You are my muse And I am the creative writer. As you … Continue reading My Muse
Inked Peacock Tales 