• thatspilledink 185w

    She is a beautifully painted catastrophe in the paradoxical colors of emotions
    Painted with swords brushes knifes and hands
    Her hair with darkness of regrets
    eyes with ink of curiosity
    Lips with the blood of love
    Her hands more fragile than the feather it was painted with
    And feets that have the strength of a canvas stand holding every inch of her with elegance
    She is made with backbone painted with intentions of never giving up and the skin that can't take one more wound
    her whole body is outlined with the strong emotions of serenity and the highlighted with the bruises of agony and scars of insecurities
    Her soul is dusted with the sparkle of laughter
    There are chaos in her mind and burning flames in her heart setting fire to its own canvas
    ©thatspilledink