He looked like art
Now that's an understatement because he was art
My favorite form, abstract in a sense because he had sharp edges, none as sharp as his tongue though
An odd and strange beauty that so few could understand
A beauty who's shapes I traced in my persistence to understand it
Who's being I blamed when I could not
Deeming forth a review that stated his existence was an excuse for a child's finger painting
Like harsh critics we took away it's beauty by ripping it apart by its flaws
Like critics we tore down its structure to level it to a platform which would bring us no inconvenience
And like a dying man reviewing all his regrets I have finally come to the realization that the art he was before we tore it apart was an art the stars painted in an attempt to be understood
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
He looked like art
Now that's an understatement because he was art
My favorite form, abstract in a sense because he had sharp edges, none as sharp as his tongue though
An odd and strange beauty that so few could understand
A beauty who's shapes I traced in my persistence to understand it
Who's being I blamed when I could not
Deeming forth a review that stated his existence was an excuse for a child's finger painting
Like harsh critics we took away it's beauty by ripping it apart by its flaws
Like critics we tore down its structure to level it to a platform which would bring us no inconvenience
And like a dying man reviewing all his regrets I have finally come to the realization that the art he was before we tore it apart was an art the stars painted in an attempt to be understood
