Keep close, the people who read,
Who clutch a book to their chest at 2 AM and weep,
And talk as if the characters in the books live.
For they are the the people,
Who can give you the most colourful life,
Unimaginably right out of their dreams.
Keep close, the people who paint ,
Whose finger tips and brushes are smeared with stains,
For they carry their abstract imaginations onto their canvas shades,
And paint every stolen moment on the back of their hands.
Keep close, the people who are full of art,
Who wrap every memories and stories
Tuning their lyrics into blankets of mysteries
That they have not yet lived,
And let their emotions flow through their blood stream
aiming to turn their blood into paint and ink.
For artists are people who are loaded with epic stories,
And have no courage to look into your eyes while doing it.
Your's truly,
Zainab✍️
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Dated: 18/April/2020
YOU ARE READING
..Behind her depth..
PoetryThis book, endures all the pain, that bleeds my pen! My laughter, full of jitters! My guilt, which does not let me breathe! My confessions, which are frightful to verbalise! My lessons which are learned through deceptions! My life, which shows no te...
