My Art
which only I know how to appreciate
which solely belongs to me
and only I know the secrets that lies within
My Art
has no define shape or form
it represents me
and its free
My Art
are like crystals hidden deep in caves
where only those who appreciate
would go and search for it
My Art
sometimes like the wind, free and flowing
sometimes like the storm, violent and angry
sometimes like the rain, sad and empty
but all of them are a part of me.
My Art
which only I truly know
which only I truly understand
Do you even understand? Can you accept?
*Don't judge my art. Because its me. If you can't understand, leave it.
which only I know how to appreciate
which solely belongs to me
and only I know the secrets that lies within
My Art
has no define shape or form
it represents me
and its free
My Art
are like crystals hidden deep in caves
where only those who appreciate
would go and search for it
My Art
sometimes like the wind, free and flowing
sometimes like the storm, violent and angry
sometimes like the rain, sad and empty
but all of them are a part of me.
My Art
which only I truly know
which only I truly understand
Do you even understand? Can you accept?
*Don't judge my art. Because its me. If you can't understand, leave it.
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