The Artist
I ink tattoos of white
On your snowy skin.
Passing by, no one notices
But you and I
We know my artwork fills the canvas
That runs through alleyways
And under ladders
It spirals up and own your arms
It's painted underneath your eyes
That open and shoot beams of color
Through the air across to me.
I will not stop until my ink runs dry.
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mstarks2018
My name is Maddie Starks. I love creative writing, and I live in Greenville, South Carolina. When I'm not writing poetry, I spend my time playing the guitar and singing. I enjoy writing poems that display the intrinsic value that words naturally hold. As; you read through my poetry, I'd like to emphasize the difference between the author and the narrator :)
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