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
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
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
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