Work of art

Try to edit out the imperfections

the blemishes, the jagged edges

sketched outlines with shading errors

try to erase the pencil marks
that point out the lover’s hearts

the artist's distant thoughts 

lost in oceans, drawn

to hide the true picture
from eyes of scorn

Try to redraw lines
to fit the mind's eye

it lies, the image is undefined

the blurred outline not refined

inside the true image hides

smudged by hands
that rubbed the picture out

in a moment of shame and self-doubt

Try to create a work of art
out of scraps of hope and torn paper hearts

but no-one sees the beauty within
the image hiding in the scenery

the soul in the blemished skin

hidden in a forest of trees and greenery

painted to cover the page

in a moment of self-hate and rage

Scrawled sketches stretch out
like skin

merely paper thin
covering the scratched surface

the cracked shell, imperfect

mapped like the stars

perfectly hidden in-between the scars

to hide the art that lies

underneath this fragile disguise

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.