I am not an artist
But every time my heart gets sad
I starve to hold a brush
Maybe to paint
And cover up my pain

Tears and music is with me
singing out how I feel
thinking why does it have to be so hard
In accepting what is fact

Music, tears, and art
Is everything that I’ve got
Altering my feelings into words
To create another poem

Turning my words into poetry
adding a bit of melody
So I can turn it into a song
For I am dreaming it for so long

Maybe Carrie fisher was right,
we should take our broken heart
To make it into art
for we to add colors to our sad, mundane life


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