She's Art
She cut herself open
Let out the gallaxies within her
She paints her skin red
Bright red
Like the rose
Her body is canvas and
She's the artist
You won't understand her
For she's art
And art can't be understood
By everyone
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The Fallen Stars
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. A journey of love, pain, heartbreak, sorrows, anger, fear, sadness and regret. *Author's note* Before you start reading this book I want you all to know that everything in this book is originally and purely written by me an...
