I finally took my choice
I won't write you sad anymore.
With the noise of your loud laughters, i decided to never have the grief of yours, and the past of your frowns behind my lines.
Why did i take a decision?
Love, you were nothing but a smile
A sweet sensation of delight that travels my soul
A wound that fades to protect my system, to never hurt the same way again.
I will write your name with pink ink and hold into the echoes of your tears.
You are the frame i come back to, and art isn't supposed to look perfect.
You're a smile and a scar, you're black ink and pink, but art is nice and so are you, so are your actions and everything that you do.
You make me feel, and feelings aren't always right but there's this one thing i decided and i'm not changing my mind.
You're a dead flower and i'll keep watering you, that's why i'll never write you sad anymore.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
