I want him to
look at me
like I'm art.
look for meaning,
hidden messages.
Scope the lines
of every brush.
Appreciate the
beauty that is
peaceful.
To evoke feeling
passion
flames of hell.
In different angles
I change
therefore metamorphosing
into different realities.
Time should slow
down from
my gaze,
he should have
imaginative stories
just upon my smile.
Devine perfection
of no symmetry
with the scars of
my past should
hold him captive.
My beauty should
be hard to find
but reflect
imitation from
the words of my
past.
My uneven
balance should
purify his mind
with harmony.
I want him to
look at me like I'm
art.
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Escape The Sun
PoetryArt made into words. "Death is inevitable even among the kings. Laughed at by the Gods,.." Poetry all about the imaginative situations that reflect real life.
