Thursday, 1 June 2017

She have her mother's eyes












She have a mother's eyes
Eyes red and swollen with bruises
Filled with sorrowful tears
That will make a good ink
to scribble the saddest tragedy

She has her mother's tattoos
Skin tattooed with fresh lesions
By the love of her life
Her hope like her mother's
Insecurely locked in the trembling arms
Of her powerless child

Her dreams charred like her mother's
On the sacrificial altar of love
She is like her mother
An angel with a broken wings

An angel who went through hell
In the name of love
Searching for a soul
to mend her broken life

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