Paintings hanging on the walls, papers scattered on the floor, some piled on your desk...this is all your work of art people see but none see the one you've done with your heart, stitching it together with wool, tape, pins and needles yet it pieces still fall apart but you never gave up. You held it together with the hope that it'll go back to the same shame and size, but it never did, yet with your amazing hands, a heart so unique and beautiful was formed, and whoever will win it, will have won a treasure it and a heart worth being treasured. I hope they see the art in it.
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Poetry Is Therapy
ПоэзияI just recently started to share my work as a growing poetess and this will just have love poems ranging from heartbreak to happiness and a lot other poems about life. I'm not really a great writer and will purely appreciate your constructive critic...