Thu, 05/28/2015 - 02:25 -- kelssei
When it comes to drawing,
moving a utensil across a page.
I could create a masterpiece, but
have the eyes be lopsided.
And if the eyes are lopsided,
how can they be used to see.
When I nail it to the wall,
could it see the definition 
of disfunction or the sketches 
of past lives as they confess
the hatred for a broken home?
Could they see me
ripping those eyes 
straight down the pupil 
because nothing I have ever
touched was perfection?
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