I found him in museums
Between Monet and Cezanne
With his fingertips he tried to draw the lines
He turned around to me
Knowing I've watched him the whole time
He continued and failed
And walked away from me
He's an artist on his own
Doesn't need to mimick
Still he tried to learn from them
He searches for failure
Doesn't aim to succeed
To better himself
YOU ARE READING
words on suffering
Poetrymaybe we are more than broken hearts and untold lies 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍
