Two blank sheets got poems as tattoos.
Doodles in every corner.
Scratches in every sentence.
You'd see people with piercings or tattoos,
and hear other people with problems or traumas.
But everyone had their own poems.
Two blank sheets became a person
the poetry became problems,
doodles were special moments
and scratches were the mistakes they've made.
The words we could read
were the little bits of their personality they gave to us.
YOU ARE READING
Transparent Rain.
PoetryRemind me that the sparkles I see around her are imaginary. I felt like a dork asking her how did she get those beautiful stars, also called eyes.
