a girl:
she's an artist
frantically fragile
and weak in the heart
swerving endlessly
a life spent in the wrong lane
her works are her headlights
her brushes
the keys
dangling chimes
from the looped ring of silver
she looks in the mirror
starving and smiling
trading bright gleaming
dollars
for paint from the tube
happily she'll give
all that she has
for the hope of improvements
and the way out
of her hand
covered in black
smearing the white
left to right
left to right
strike like matches
eyes wide
she stares
at the figures as they move
carelessly gay
as they reach
desperate for embrace
she lifts her hand
with the string from her gaze
attached
to the lens
of her eye
shutter open
and close
memories captured
with filmy residue
shiny side up
submerged
in a bath of aroma
staining the skin
cigarette yellow
similar to teeth
rewind
all she wants
is to be loved
her pictures
a picture
of what she hides inside
mirror
the mirror
of the back of her mind
and what she sees with her eyes
her heart on a canvas
abstract and surreal
expressionism too
her medias mix
with daring feel
different is what she wants
that wrong lane on the highway
dangerous
but real
ambitions too high
too much to lose
but she's ready.
hi
my name is carlie
woodworth
and i'm a girl.
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