Andrew Preston
Face
With eyes that never really sawWith deaf ears that heard it allWith a nose to scent deceit and liesSpoken by lips with infinite criesWith cheeks stained by tears, rosy with despairWith a mind full of thoughts, a dream of faithful careA face of dispassionate reflections of life fatiguedA face gone tainted, befallen uncleanA face of discouraged, infected griefAn angel's arrival and death's sweet relief
From Letras Mania