I see the sky,
a knocked over cup of water colours.
I see the stars,
a burst of glitter in the darkness.
I see the waves,
a rolling mix of emotions.
I see the flowers,
strips of pink flesh woven together.
I see the butterflies,
a folded piece of paper with paint on one side.
I see the clouds,
the shavings of a farmer's flock.
I see your face,
a perfectly imperfect painting from my 2am artistic adventures, flaws and all.
//p.s.
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Wandering & Wondering
PoetryRead it and relate or read it and understand better. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Some poems may cause emotional instability. I DO NOT promote any kind of disorder or abuse.
