Art is beauty and beauty is art.
I found happiness in the little things. Your imperfections, I fell in love. Those fine lines you hated so greatly, I had memorized every beautiful line like it was art. Repainted every stroke of this paintbrush that created a masterpiece...
Yet, this masterpiece that you so hated. Why? Why do you hate what I love? Why do you drag down what makes me happy? Why? As you make yourself feel hurt and worthless, you tell me why you hate it...you say, "I don't belong and I care too much"
You care too much of these people who say evil things. You shouldn't care for what they have to say about your flaws. Your flaws are the uniqueness of you. I wouldn't change you for the world. You say you are a mistake.
But I can tell you this...there is no such thing as a mistake in art. A "mistake" only makes it beautiful.
Art is beauty and beauty is art.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of You
PoetryI fell in love with your imperfections but all you saw was a cute face. I could never be enough.
