At My Worst
- dina s
- Jan 15
- 1 min read
You found me at my worst
Layin somewhere on a waste land
You picked me up carefully
Wondering what i've been through lately
You blew the dust off me
Seeking for the shiniest old me
You gently rub the surface
Making sure there is no harm or bruise
You wonder if you could watch the previous art i made
The abstract form of a girl, that always been afraid
09.00 a.m, 26th dec 2024
