Sometimes I pretend to be a poet
Because poetry is art
And art is beautiful forever,
Whether its burned, scratched, or torn apart
And you can judge me all you want
The little lines and splatters of ink everywhere
Judge me across the window pane
Like I'm a broken masterpiece beyond repair
All these words written in the night
All these emotions painted on my skin
Admire me from afar, sweetheart
Or you'll see the darkness within
One step too close you might break me
Shatter all my endless walls
Break my skin and cut me so deep
That I may never stop the fall
One little cut is all it takes
Watch my words bleed onto the page
One little tear until it breaks
Watch my demons flood onto the stage
One little cut,
One little tear,
One broken smile,
Watch it all disappear
One little word,
One little line,
One broken poet,
Well, the end is near...
It might be misinterpreted, but then again the beautiful part about poetry is that it can be interpreted multiple ways... Still needs to be edited but feel free to leave your emotions on this page :)
(Front page 4/24/17)