This is the story of the painter who had lost all his hopes.
Too many changes in his life have ruined it all.
Suddenly nothing sparked an idea.
Nothing seemed inspiring.
He tried and tried to keep painting.
But he only felt like dying.
The painter was lacking a subject matter.
He had all the tools to create it
But he didn't have that spark that motivated him.
Until one day.
That twenty-sixth of November.
The day he met the human that would become his muse.
Made him surrender.
Put down his guard and tear down his walls to let her come through.
As the painter got to know his muse.
Everything started to have brighter colors.
He no longer saw the world in shades of grey.
But in beautiful shades of all colors.
Red, for the passion her lips held.
Blue, for the enchanted ocean that lived in her eyes.
Brown, for the wilderness and mystery she represented.
White, for the softness and tranquility the thought her skin brought.
And even yellow, for the eternal happiness seeing her brought to his heart.
After what felt like million years.
The painter finally produced art again.
His muse was behind everything he created.
Every brush stroke, every color chosen.
The joy brought to his life was represented by the color golden.
The painter had found the spark he lacked.
And made beautiful art that will forever last.
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hi y'all <3
infinitE thank you's to eVery singlE peRson that has been reading these poeMs.
this is One of my favorites so faR.
fivE more of these love poems are coming this week.
"Act II: The Hurting" will be posted in two weeks.
I'd get some tissues for Act II. :)
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February Ashes
Poezja❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
