[Canyon Wisk]

[Canyon Wisk]

A Poem by panheadpigments
"

Oldish. But I still like it.

"

Her eyes like a dark canyon wisk.

No one understand all her risks.

With her life of adventure he mind would never rejuvinate.

Her beauty and worth, makes her the one they hate.

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Her personality of misunderstanding, now a gray mist.

No one tried to stop the blood comming out of her wrists.

But thosse dark tears, that fall form her eyes.

Washed away her tough and clever disquise.

© 2011 panheadpigments


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