It hangs in the empty dusty halls
Collecting cobwebs and little rays of sunlight
A girl in the picture with scars on her arms and face
She has a broken smile and the light shows hope in her eyes
The acrylic paints chipped off and left a black area where her heart was
What is your story, young lady?
There's a fire in your eyes
That is still burning as your portrait is still
Mistakes, regrets
What happened to you?
Glass is shattered around you
Make-up runs down your face as you just stare quietly
Tears are welled up in your eyes but still you don't move
A broken artist with trembling hands
A terrible love they once had
Is that why you have a broken smile?
Is that why you have a black heart?
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