Nov 2011
With the precision of a surgeon,
She traces her old veins,
Under the web of scars,
There's nothing left for her now,
The diamonds were only glass,
Waiting to make their mark
She traces her old veins,
Under the web of scars,
There's nothing left for her now,
The diamonds were only glass,
Waiting to make their mark
©Nicola-Isobel H. 15.11.2011
