If the boy who draws
Let's you look over his shoulder
If the poet
Smiles
And shows you her words
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
Hums a song
In front of you
Know that you're no longer a person
But the air
And dust
That fills their lungs
When the world perishes
And things cease to exist
Know that you will remain inside an ink stain
A paint brush
A song
YOU ARE READING
Rant On
PoetryHey this is just a book full of quotes, poems, and rants. Some may be triggering.
