Her soul was a mixture of chaos and art,
but he loved that about her.. for it was
something rare yet beautiful.
Still, deep down, he knew that there was
poetry inside her that paper could not handle.
Poetry that she locks deep in her heart and
her mind— poetry that she will never
share with the world.
With the words she chooses to share, she
draws beauty from shards of broken glass—
her blood staining the lined journals.
Such vision pulled from pain.
A tortured artist is what she is, and what she
shall remain until the blank pages of her
notebooks are filled with works of art.
YOU ARE READING
Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry
Поэзияa collection of poetry.. written by me.
