A painting of a woman,
Seen through the eyes of a girl.
Wide, wondering,
How she could have been so
Tired.
Stretched out skin,
A pallor unbecmoning;
An echo of teenage elasticity;^,,,
Losing the
plasticity
of youth.
Do you know her?
A droll mask of age.
Predictable in her grooves,
The shadows haunting eyes,
Heart,
Mind.
...and do you mind?
If she sits awhile nearby.
Face reflecting on
water;
where she would like to be.
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I am the delighted pessimist. Purveyor of sadness, happiness, and everything in between. Also cheesy statuses because I never know what else to put here.
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