paint splattered on a single canvas
something so beautiful yet smoked with nasty colors
who would've thought that the creator of the disaster would shed tears over his own thoughts
his disaster not understood by others or himself
there's no explanation for the cloud that fills the void of this piece
so empty yet so full
so bright yet so dim
so many words but no voice
it's all just a beautiful mess that cant voice its beauty but can only cry out conflicting colors
no one notices it standing among other pieces of art
and no one understands
now the colors lost in conflict no longer understand
as they hang on the wall only to be ignored
and lose their sanity...
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Poetrythis is a book where i write poems because I just like them. they may be hard to understand but I hope you like them.
