The boy

Anaisabel89

You want to see the world through their eyes thinking they make things beautiful.

You urge your dreams to be full of strokes.

Maybe they’ll  target a stranger's soul.

Where is the thrive. Where is your art.

Enchanting jealousy.

A reflection that you never got talking.

The boy and the artist.

I shout in every notebook I find thrown around.

People insist in calling it art.

I call it yesterday's stories.

You are the boy that lost his art. And i am the artist that's been told too many lies.

  • Author: Ani. Is. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 28th, 2023 04:43
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 11
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