It is only after
I found the sparkle
Of my eye
And waved goodbye
To the dark circle
Underneath
That I became the sword
That needed no sheath.
.
I found the smirk
Of my lips
Ignoring the rips
Of my battered
Shattered
Heart..
Because, baby, I'm an art.
.
I'm the art
You didn't have the eye
For.
Wake up with a start
And groan and sigh
As you look at admireres,
-A score.
#musings🌬️❄️
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