The Paint Bleeds Through Poem by Nathan J. Bogart
The Paint Bleeds Through
I played an out-of-tune guitar
(I need to change the strings, adjust the wood, etc.)
And, I drew an imperfect angel
(A friend told me it looked as if it was melting)
I wrote a bunch of half a** poems
And read several books that made me feel as if
The one thing I'm good at isn't good enough
I won 'most artistic' for the class of 2009
It was as if the sun had been awarded
By the wandering blind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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