I am that girl
the one with pastel words
the one with that you look down upon
you know that isn't art
I am art
those pastel words in my heart
these color swatches that I made
knowing you can't match my shade
I can see
I'm not your cup of tea
lay me down on a canvas
see what you did to me
I am dark
my poem is just the start
to my words spilling free
I don't know if this is me
I am nature
I am not a tree
I am a forever going cycle
but no I am not free
I am that girl
you see me walking down the street
you wonder what's on my mind
but I'll never speak
YOU ARE READING
Something You're Better With Out
PoetryFor when my mind is sick and my thoughts are thrown up here.