by Harry

Submitted by Anusha


He is a piece of art.

An art painted with his own tears.

Carved in detail with his scars, creating his own literature.

His eyes with a pitch-black story, swirling with endless worries.

Flawed in every way possible, creating a beautiful disaster.

Imperfection might be the way he showcases himself,

but perfection might be the display.

He is an untitled painting,

a mystery yet to be found,

a treasure yet to be cherished.

A pure stereoscopic picture,

designed only for a few to see.

He, himself is a walking masterpiece.

A masterpiece trying to find his dead artist.


One Comment to “Art”

  1. Thank you so much for featuring this. 💙💙

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