An Artist
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 orchestrate 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 acknowledge your beauty and mind
Every time you flip
They utter a newfangled tale you wrote once