Wrinkles adore my skins Peeled my glamorous colours Tiny insects makes home In my cleavage walls Losing my beauty and Fighting with growing ages I was waiting for the iron hands To destroy and go down the crust But stained hands with colours Showed love and affection on me He scraped my dirt and dead skin With his fingers like a mother bathing a child that had played in the mud and returned home My wounds were filled with his love And painted with joyfully colour To shower my graceful youth back #thewall #painter Wrinkles adore my skins Peeled my glamorous colours Tiny insects makes home In my cleavage walls Losing my beauty and Fighting with growing ages
