life is an artwork;
a canvas filled with wonder
now don't cry, stop those tears
instead, be brave and face your fears
never feel that you're invisible
'cause the world is filled with colors
not just black and white
so cheer up and smile
stop listening to their hushed whispers
remember, no one else can define who you are
and those people wouldn't be a loss
there are over seven billion more
we are a masterpiece
that no one would be able to ruin
the splitter-splatter of paint may have made a mess
but hey, it's a reminder that we made it to the end
though scathed, at least healing
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Poesíashe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
