it's broken you
you glue the pieces to the wall behind you,
and claim it's your artwork,
when asked for inspiration
you didn't know where else to point to
so you simply say,
"the artwork is a part of who you are"
they smile
content with the answer and walk away
you smile, and you're there to stay.
— come see my mess of a gallery
(dvsn / body smile)
YOU ARE READING
OF CHAMPAGNE AND ROSES.
Poesíai'll let you drag me to hell if it means you'll hold my hand ©yorairo / poetry
