Her Art

Her Art

A Poem by mentalpoetdude
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Its a poem :O

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Her Art
Her words lay there on the page
Colours as bright as the greatest painting
Written in black but read with the joy of a thousand suns
That same level of intensity in her eyes sustaining
Holding me in and filling me with pride
I don't know this woman
I came in disguise
But now all I know is that I cannot hide
Great art isn't planned it's always just created
She knows this and isn't inspired by just anything
Maybe this girl does exist out there somewhere
All I know is I haven't found her
I'm stuck here

© 2015 mentalpoetdude


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mentalpoetdude
Ignore grammar problems, feel free to feedback.

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Added on April 6, 2015
Last Updated on April 6, 2015
Tags: Poem, love, lust, pain, stuff, colour, stuck, trapped, lost

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mentalpoetdude
mentalpoetdude

Bedford, Bedfordshire, United Kingdom



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19, from England. I like to write quite short poems with weird rhyme schemes and no real technical knowledge... more..