XXI.
Art is something
So hard to define
Yet so addicting
Addictingly devine
My eyes are heavy
With knowledge so dear
Of a soft boy dressed in
Innocence and fear
How come, my love
You never saw me paint
As the night sky drew closer
Pictured as a saint
There is no one else
Than you on my mind
Darling I love you
You are one of a kind
My vision is blurred
And my voice is weak
For the beauty in you
Is all I seek
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Flos Chorum - (n.) Dancing Flower
ŞiirThis is so bad, I'm so sorry, i started writing this when I was like 13, but anyway; •A poetry collection for lost souls• I have written all the poems in this book and the cover is also made by me. Feel free to correct any spelling mistakes and I wo...
