An Artist

Feeling is an artist

Poetry is art

Pouring down the heart makes it alive again

That thin sheet doesn't even know your heart is in words on it

Those throngs of letters in blue define your feelings under that pale skin you're not positive about

Each line you orchestrated so shrewdly to label it as your art that one can sense

Night is your friend

She is quiet for you to believe your tales that give aesthetic pleasure to your soul

You write and write and Each of those white paper now acknowledges your beauty and mind

Everytime you flip

They utter a newfangled tale you wrote once