I tear my feet up on the ground
And maybe this time you won't smile
I fear your expression if I told you what happened
You're an artist and the issue is not aesthetic
Capturing this chaos reveals an ominous awful
And I promise it's not designer
Cameo is not blurry affliction
Raw is not sunken beauty
Pain is not pretty and I'd have it no other way
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Learning
PoetryShe's a working progress. - Part II: are you ready? you're here. Second collection of vent(?) poetry. Sometimes posts on other sites as @alessandro Cover created with stock photos and Snapseed
