"The Artist"
Paint a picture upon my lips
Color in my cheeks with gold
And outline my freckles in bold.
Draw me as you see me;
Green eyes, tiny smile, life unspoken,
And, maybe, just a little bit broken.
Sketch my rough edges in graphite
Record how I am rocky as the coast -
For it is my flaws the artist loves most.
m.l.p.
YOU ARE READING
Meraki
Poetrymeraki [may-rah-kee] (noun): when something is done with soul, creativity, or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work. No matter what I write, a part of me ends up among the words. A collection of poems.
