April 25, 2016
I've noticed that my favorite painting
Has smeared and tore apart
Throughout time
I've noticed the countless mistakes
The artist made while painting it
And I couldn't hate the artist any more for it
But now that I actually think about it
If it weren't for the artist
And it's countless flaws
My favorite painting
Wouldn't be the way it is
That worn out masterpiece
Wouldn't be my favorite
ESTÁS LEYENDO
About Her
PoetryPoemas, cartas, mensajes, indirectas, y de mas para el amor de mi vida.
