I’m not a painter but a poet
An endless flow of untouchable ink,
Imprinting words in your mind
Trickling around as you think.
A vibrant flow of colour & pattern
Leaving interpretation in every verse,
Injecting my words into your blood
This creativity is an intoxicating curse.
Filled with emotion, pain & tears
Each stroke of the pen is my heart,
With each page suffering & bleeding
For all this poetry to be called art.
K
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Very true! Beautiful write.
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Thank you xx
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Beautiful composition & indeed true.👌
Thanks for visiting my blog that gives an oppurtunity to visit your wonderful blog.
Have a great day ahead!!💐
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Thank you, x
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LOVE! Beautiful use of metaphor. Even when you right about writing, your aesthetic is very edgy and true to your work.
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Aww thank you that’s really kind of you to say xx
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Magnificent truly amazing anf trust these are understatments 😊🙌
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Aww thank you , your words are much appreciated x
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I enjoyed this!
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Thank you! Xx
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That was awesome. Love that!
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Aww thank you!
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Your words are always beautifully painted (penned/typed).
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Aww thank you xx
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