Still an Art

every painful words left a mark on your wounded heart

t’was broken and bleeding yet still beautiful as an art

you wear kindness regardless of any situation

somewhat rare— you whose lost in your imaginations

oh sometimes how i wonder on why do you easily forgive

you were so nice, always putting your heart on your sleeve

i adore on how you keep your mind and soul open

you inspire me, you’re the reason why I'm holding this pen

so know that you don’t need to feel insecure and worthless

because of you, i found my purpose on life that was once a mess

nah. don’t mind every harsh things that they tell you

i would always make you believe that all of it wasn’t true

please don’t show me your face that looks so pale and blue

it hurts me more than a millionth and you wouldn’t know

you are born weird and different—you are the definition of beauty

you are an art, the one whom i think while reading this piece.

don't ask me who for the answer was always been you.