Red Masterpiece
I want my words to be beautiful. Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things, Find the magic in them,
and put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.
I want to have a way with words. I want every poem of mine
to become a masterpiece. Just like yours.
I am not broken. But you are. You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colours brighter. It makes the value of feelings climb higher.
Sometimes I wonder if I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate like yours.
Sometimes I wonder, if it will be truly worth it in the end.
I wonder what it will be like, to cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.
Just like you I imagine that you raise the blade slice your feelings open
and write your masterpiece in red.
I want to see ordinary things, Find the magic in them,
and put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.
I want to have a way with words. I want every poem of mine
to become a masterpiece. Just like yours.
I am not broken. But you are. You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colours brighter. It makes the value of feelings climb higher.
Sometimes I wonder if I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate like yours.
Sometimes I wonder, if it will be truly worth it in the end.
I wonder what it will be like, to cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.
Just like you I imagine that you raise the blade slice your feelings open
and write your masterpiece in red.
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