"copycatted" poems
No, I am not an artist
I'll never know what art truly is
it comes in a form:
Now, familiar and clean
No longer is it the one I love,
Its copycatted, dry, walled and closed
It stares me in the eyes,
amused at the fact
That I will never be an artist
For I see
Noting will ever be art again
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC