I'm an artist
Painting away at
Beautiful pictures
But there's a twist
My canvas is my skin
And a blade is my
Paintbrush
Paintings only beautiful
To an eye of mine
Roses seeping up from
The earth
But soon wilting away
From hiding under
That long sleeve
What was that scratch
It was just the cat
Excuses
Excuses
To keep the roses
Away
You noticed the scars
Months before I would've
Jerked away my arm
And cried
But now my scars
Are part of the
Roadway that leads
To my heart
YOU ARE READING
Distorted
PoetryI've been writing for years . And some of my works on here were written when I was younger and didn't have the best understanding of writing .So bear with me because those don't reflect who I am as a writer anymore . . . . I believe, the BEST way t...
