you are art
and he was just a collector
he didn't not see your
beauty
or
soul
he only saw what
he could
take
and
sell
YOU ARE READING
thoughts at 4 am
Poetrythose random thoughts that keep you up at night as you toss and turn, putting up your fight
muse
you are art
and he was just a collector
he didn't not see your
beauty
or
soul
he only saw what
he could
take
and
sell
