Jul 2015
See, I am an artist.
I wander through sentences and collect words in the backpocket of my jeans.
See, I am an artist.
I use your salty tears to glue my stories together.
See, I am an artist.
I write with silver but it comes out red.
I wander through sentences and collect words in the backpocket of my jeans.
See, I am an artist.
I use your salty tears to glue my stories together.
See, I am an artist.
I write with silver but it comes out red.
* that last sentence is made by another poet, but I don't know who... this whole poem is inspired by that sentence so whoever it was, thanks all the credits to you
