Artists minds
Have fragile souls
The delicate way
We pen our words
Shows our vulnerability
We bare our scars
Triumphs
Hopes and dreams
To heal the pain
Of our wounded hearts
We must create
For our own understanding
Self-discovery
To process the turmoil
And calm our fears and anxiety
Tattooing our thoughts
On our readers minds
Letting each person who reads
Carry a piece of the pain with them
Until there is none left
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
Artists minds
Have fragile souls
The delicate way
We pen our words
Shows our vulnerability
We bare our scars
Triumphs
Hopes and dreams
To heal the pain
Of our wounded hearts
We must create
For our own understanding
Self-discovery
To process the turmoil
And calm our fears and anxiety
Tattooing our thoughts
On our readers minds
Letting each person who reads
Carry a piece of the pain with them
Until there is none left
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