we are the art that people go to the museum to see.
they find us beautiful and priceless and unique above all else.
what they don't know is how many times we had to start over
because we weren't beautiful enough to be framed.
even now if they look into your painted eyes,
they can see the fault in our masterpiece.
your eyes show love
but when i look at them
right here
all i see is lust.
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about a boy - a collection of poems & words
Poetryi met a boy and fell in love and then he broke my heart and i got overwhelmed with words and lines
