Cerulean Lines
She walked
Amongst ashen rocks
Stumbling upon
Faces long forgotten
Many fabricated lines
Etched
Stagnant
Faces mutilating me
With empty eyes
With eyes gone blind
Voices many
Biting through the ear
Whispers
Splintering
Blood gone blue
Two parallel lines
With twice the smile
Both
One cunning
One sweet
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hmm. I’m not quite sure what ure going fer here…You’re talkin about faces made from the jagged lines of rocks…which im takin as harsh memories…but u become vague and inconsistent close to the end of the poem…
with empty eyes
with eyes gone blind
Redundant if I may…
Two parallel lines
With twice the smile….
This was nice…
“Two parallel lines
With twice the smile
Both
One cunning
One sweet”
I luved the end! and I luved it more wen u explained wat it meant in person