i am here-
don't you see me?
can you feel my
heart beat fast
in love?
am i ghost?
whom you simply ignore
for your satisfaction?
i am here
and you are not.
YOU ARE READING
the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
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i am here-
don't you see me?
can you feel my
heart beat fast
in love?
am i ghost?
whom you simply ignore
for your satisfaction?
i am here
and you are not.
