Her Art

A Poem by mentalpoetdude

Its a poem :O

Her Art
Her words lay there on the page
Colours as bright as the greatest painting
Written in black but read with the joy of a thousand suns
That same level of intensity in her eyes sustaining
Holding me in and filling me with pride
I don't know this woman
I came in disguise
But now all I know is that I cannot hide
Great art isn't planned it's always just created
She knows this and isn't inspired by just anything
Maybe this girl does exist out there somewhere
All I know is I haven't found her
I'm stuck here