Author: AppleCrumble PM
A poem about capturing what's underneath and showing that to the world.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 151 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 6 - Published: 04-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3017950
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I want you to draw me,
As you see me, where I stand,
Bare in the dark,
And broken in the sun.
I want you to highlight my flaws,
Because, they are a part of me,
And like my nails and my hair,
Like my heart and like my face
I want you to change your palette,
To the darker, the sombre,
Not because I'm sad, no,
but because I happy,
And because I know that time will take even that.
I want you to take a knife,
And cut the canvas;
Your sculpture and my soul.
Tear away at the paint,
And claw at the finely painted eyes,
I want you to see me, for who I really am,
Without the paint, without the skin,
I want you to see me cut and bruised,
The kind that paint cannot capture,
The type that lies beneath the skin.