She has a writers hands,
Quill-pricked fingers and palms
Stained with ink - she leaves
Traces of her soul on everything
Her antebellum eyes betray the
Scars scattered on her ribcage - they
Can't cover all the fingerprints
Time has left there, stark and
Unyielding under moonlight tainted
[She's a used canvas,
But she'll never let that stop
Her from being her own brand
oh i like this! glad i found it! antebellum eyes. pure poetry!
"Antebellum Eyes...." Yes...just...yes.
This is beautiful