Poems from Elle's perspective

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Inspiration pours across the pages
in splashes of random colour.
Emotion. Provocation.
Despair.

I see you through a window of your art.
You turn misery into poetry,
fear into pretty patterns of ink,
desperation into lyrics of songs I can't hear
and I wish I could create like you.

Envy.
Because I don't understand.
I will never understand
while I continue to see you through a window of your art.

Talk to me.


Free verse. Written 9 April 2015.

Inspired by heyxie