Beauty of The Broken

Jake Allen Sharp

The beauty of the broken

words too painful to be spoken

bleed onto the canvas

Depict the soul inside us

Every brush stroke seems to trace

The mascara down your face

Pain you cannot hide

You can’t hold it all inside
The beauty of the broken

I paint a portrait as a token

So to silently remember

A distant sad September

When paint begins to crack

And we will look back

We won’t have to speak a word

Thats too painful to be heard

Beauty of the broken

Represents the unspoken

The paint stains my hand

For a second I understand

The stains upon my heart

They are reflected in my art

My crying eyes look at you

I know that you are broken too

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