Art
A lonely girl sits in the corner, In her mind, she's trapped and caged, To her, there's no way out, Except these marks on her page. The images in her head, must be captured Those marks on the page, come straight from the heart, Every line and smudge, Is all apart of her art. So She moves her pencil with grace, And never misses a stroke, For art is no race. The images burn into her mind, Every detail must be precise, She strives for perfection, And her aim is to entice. Her message is clear, But often misunderstood, She wishes for him to see, Her, for the way she is, And not for who society wants her to be. Her art is the vessel, For the which message to travels, Waiting for the mystery to be unraveled.Art
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Tags: Sadness , Inspirational
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10-11-2013
- This is a very good write, it draws you in for a closer look by forcing you to see the bigger picture is yet to come. It held my complete attention form start to fin
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