Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Madeline Aug 2018
there has been whispers
that i, am nothing  
but a scattered mosaic
shattered and sharp

a pile of pieces
that was until you
came along and sat
cross legged

took me piece by piece
and glued me back
together again
i am now nothing but

endless beauty
more beautiful
than any museum
in the world
for i am now, art

— The End —