Queen of Art

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the violin cries when the moon is shining bright

and the seagulls fly alone in the cold breeze

I cry when I hear the violin screaming your name,

and the waves leave a goodbye kiss to the shore

everytime they turn into a cloudy foam.

I see a little blurry and my soul is burning

the freezing cold water leave some scars on me,

and the knot that's in my throat will barely let me breathe.

I let myself hugged by the water

the pain freeze inside me,

I travel deep down, I enter another world,

a place where pain is the purest form of art.

why am I alone on the bottom of the sea ?

ain't I the queen of Art ?

I shared my poems with the violin

waiting for somebody to come and listen.

no one ever had to come

'cause no one feel the way I do

all I have it's me, the water and the violins

and the pain that will always make me the queen of Art.

©iDamass2020