Poems from arosmarrero
She is beauty
It seeps from her pores, flows through her veins
Like magic
Love is all we know
All that exists
All that surrounds us...
At the end of each year we’d get our yearbooks
Barely paid attention to class when we got them
After it was full I read mine and I...
When I was young there was a tree
It’s beauty felt representative of myself
Thriving yet surrounded by none
Be an island protect yourself...
Through all my life I have bled
Art has salvaged many including myself
Earth without art is just ‘eh’
The colors jump through the canvas...