My heart is bruised black and blue;
A wonder to you.
They resemble the sky,
A canvas of colorful dye.
There are splatters of paint;
Stars that arise when it's late,
And it's the scars that amaze you:
A mere discoloration from endless prisms of shade.
When you look at me you see a masterpiece in the making,
A Van Gogh stripped and dressing.
I spill my heart into you and you think of it as an abstract painting...
When you see my cracks,
You think of sculpture,
And the ancient wonder of Michelangelo.
His David always in pain,
But always a beauteous thing.
So you build me the world,
Right out of mold
When you notice the dimensions and shadows in me,
And you let me be to find the key
Into everything that is me
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Guys, guys, guys, I think I just finally wrote something...I'm so sorry I haven't posted much; I hope you've enjoyed this :)
YOU ARE READING
drown the stars
Poetry❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
