I'm a Written Picasso.

My mind- an adventure?
It's a mere circus, my dear.
I'm a walking contradiction.
Ambiguous, unclear.
I'm full of aimless inspiration.
Desperately seeking a muse.
Never an open book, darling.
Difficult to peruse.
I'm a collision of insecurities.
And arrogance, love.
I'm a written Picasso.
-A Warhol. I'm un-
Conventional in rhythm.
Unpredictable in rhyme.
Intent on finding myself.
In my own precious time.
Until then, I'm a party.
A caricature of fun.
It's a wild ride baby.
Yet, never quite crazy enough.





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