Masterpieces flutter by
In their display cases
Orange fake tans covering
Their natural pale faces
Lucky leather lips that leak
Dark rumors, shadows black
Babbling like little brooks,
Traveling in packs
They only break the fragile kids
That don't know how to heal
They really wish that they could
Only smile once, for real
I'm a painting, blue and golden
With no mask, no cover, just me
I keep the darkness in my mind
And let true colors free
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
