She conceals evidence that requires more than a jury to judge. Her honey lips and honest heart are no longer spoken for. It's not like she demanded vacancy in the spring rain, she just wished you'd have been her umbrella. And out came the scars, like an abundance of stars, gazing on her frame. She was wilting and all she could do was paint. She liked to be blue.
His passion for hourglass damsels such as herself awakened a sleeping giant that all desire to be buried still. When he spoke to her, his breath bruised her. After all, he spoke with his hands. Even when he wanted to love her, there was quite a disconnect.
The beautiful people, screaming for someone to save them, that they may reach down and lift them out of the pit. Her eyes told so many stories, both beautiful and also broken. She etched new reasons to awake each day on the blank walls.
"Is there a color I can find that will hide the reason I am dying inside?"
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
that stuff is disgusting haha 
but your work astounds me. I'm even bookmarking this one for future reading. A great piece. I feel it should have a trophy 
