He was art
In ways only her eyes could see
From the way his cigarettes danced on his lips
To the way he looked in the morning light
She saw him as art
And she could look at him no other way
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Poems and Ramblings
DiversosSometimes I end up writing shit and I'll prolly post it here if it's not a short story. also prolly beware cuz it's gonna be angsty af.
Art
He was art
In ways only her eyes could see
From the way his cigarettes danced on his lips
To the way he looked in the morning light
She saw him as art
And she could look at him no other way