Look at our bodies of art.
Intricate pieces, with deeper meaning found beneath our surfaces.
Abstract souls, and watercolor hearts.
Eyes that paint our memories, and fingertips that touch the world with the colors of the rainbow.
We're not just the colors, or shapes. You can't go to a gallery and just give us a glance.
There's more to us than this.
We all have a story, some deeper meaning than what's on the outside.
YOU ARE READING
Deep Thoughts
PoetryWhen the sun sets and they can't see me, can they hear me? * * || "Poetry" by an invisible girl. || * * * Highest Ranks: #6 in poetry [8/26/20] #11 in poetry [3/10/17] #10 in poems [12/23/2022] #1 in poems [08/03/2024] * * *Art posted in this book...
