In a series of art
Much like a series of heart
A paragraph, a written part
I showcase my soul
Lay it out for the audience
Dim the light, create ambience
As the onlookers pass me by
They give me a strange eye
Cant comprehend, or justify
It makes them wonder
Why they grow fonder
More Intrigued, feeling younger
They look with awe
At my every flaw
Heart gripping, raw
I am a form of art
Displayed amongst the trees
Strange master piece, a mirage
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
