Charcoal Poem by Chealsey Marou
Charcoal
Rating: ★5.0
There was a girl who loves to paint
And so she painted the future of her fate
She doesn't have a paint color
So instead she used a charcoal
Her mother saw her lying inside her bedroom
Holding the painting of her own
Her hand is full of charcoal
And her body is melting in the floor
Monday, December 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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