canvas. ( long peom)

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Do you hear that? Rain drop?

No, Tear drop

Hear that Drip drip drop

Watch as is drops

It's a never ending story

One she'll never share

It's too precious so don't you dare

She paint's a tear onto her face

Just like a canva's

One that was made

A fake smile plastered that face

But we could still here the sound of a raindrop

Dripping down

To the ground

Not knowing. That it wasn't a raindrop

It was a teardrop

We think we know her life

We think her canvas is just fine

We don't know the lies she hides

We don't think she's safe tonight

Drip drip drop

What a wet chin. We watch as her beautiful canvas win's

Until it fades away again

When she's all alone

Is when she really shows

That painted on her canvas a

Perfect tear

We thought it was a mistake

But now it's perfectly clear

It wasn't a mistake

This canvas she held  dear

Has a perfect painted tear.

One she always hides

Till she alone at night

She painted that tear

Hoping we'll hear

The words she never said out loud

She wanted the picture to speak

It didn't

Speak until there was no more tears

For the girl to cry and she slit her throat in one night

We watch her canvas as it fills with our tears

Why couldn't we have noticed the one she held dear

It was her mask her face one she never tucked away

We never knew it was fake

The only real thing was the tear

It's now so perfectly clear

Picture's do speak

One way or another

You'll soon discover

The most beautiful canvas

That you know

Is not who they really show

The beautiful face covers the broken

Just don't let it fade away

Watch what she paint's on the canvas because the canvas was the girl's face. A beautiful canvas for a beautiful girl

But the girl is now gone from our world

Watch they're canvas watch what they paint you might save a life today

I don't have a meaning because I can't explain it. But for some reason I hold this poem very dear. I meant for it to be a short and sweet poem but I kept writing. I turned out to be beautiful. I will say this: you guy's watch what everyone paint's on their face okay? Because you never know when they might find away. They're paintings will speak one way or another so make sure the painting speaks before the person is gone. Don't let everyone keep a fake smile fake face on.   

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