The earth is my museum
All is an art Im fascinated to look at
But there's particular one I love the most
A girl with eyes that's cold
One look from her send you shiver
Her wrist are full of lines
A lines that have heal and became scars
And some are fresh
A walls are build around
To guard her from pain she have felt before
She's an art that ever made
With battle scars
That you can look at for hours
Not just because it's beautiful
But because you'll wonder how
How she made it through
An art that when you look at
Has a story that can speak through your soul
It is indeed a beautiful masterpiece
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Spoken Poetry
Thơ ca| English | A feelings turn into words A hidden words only few can understand
