You were a
colourful mess of a watercolour
painting left soaking in your own tears.
[you're a mess, but you're still beautiful]
YOU ARE READING
Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
Yellow (4) : beautiful messes, crystal hearts
You were a
colourful mess of a watercolour
painting left soaking in your own tears.
[you're a mess, but you're still beautiful]
