𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 [ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ]

𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑠

she limns the colour of roseus rosy
turning the gray into nothingness - but an art of a little poesy
chef d' oeuvre is what she makes;
a class of magic and a little fairy dust she takes

her lips imbue the tales of you and me
slowly carving those in her veins like a little tragedy
her eyes reflect the14th forgotten minstrelsy
whispering the lullaby to the southeast moors of artistry

slob with just a flair for artistry
and literary
lips drenching with metaphors and analogy
Mind that screams of mighty
The one I am talking is me.