She's like a ragged doll:
Covering her wound with tatters:
She smiles in a wary way:
People approach, yet with distrustful eyes, she watches them- Her eyes cover her heart:
Her smile hides the daggers of pain in her-;She jokes and laughs but in the dark, she sobs-Memories she hides from and for a moment-She makes a tiny wish-"I wish I had amnesia"
Then I would have a blank canvas to write on:
#of a lost soul series: