You were an artist and I knew how to appreciate your work, whether it was words that flew onto your page or colors that splattered onto your canvas, I was utterly mesmerized by everything you created
It all came so naturally to you and I just wanted to know how, every gear that twisted into the next to getting everything started, I wanted to know every detail of how you reached perfection with every stroke
You sat there looking at your work and each second it became less appealing to you, while I sat there imagining the things that ran through your head as you spilled onto this once blank sheet, the awe that I had for every inch of what I believed to be a masterpiece caught your eye
It took seconds for you to see me the way I saw your work, you were mesmerized by my smile and the way my eyes gleamed when I praised your talent, you believed that I had no flaws
You were captivated by the assumed beauty you thought was me, but the thing was that you could create beauty from nothing, and nothing was what I couldn't be.
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- Author: NoLongerATeen ( Offline)
- Published: August 28th, 2017 06:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Early morning/Extremely late night poem. Just something that popped up.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
This is beautiful work, job well done!
Thank you so much! 🙂
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