art created
for a living
customer is right
colors spinningbrush strokes
with instructions
an artist's minds
creativity's abductiononly deep at night
when nobody saw
the painter fell in love
his eyes full of awea painting
to not to be sold
not a painting
lifeless and coldfeelings made
into color strokes
the girl who looked
as if she just spokethe painter who painted
those moistly lips
who looked so red
ready to be kissedthe painter leaned
his black hair getting blond
touching the poison
with his lips so boldas he throws
throws himself on the canvas
holding the background
hurting his lungsas he comes back
to his senses
he looked back
at the destroyed canvasoh how his love
ruined the picture
his love for a girl
who is his own fictionthe beautiful skin
a porcelain doll
even if her lips
are destroyed entirely allwill he try to fix
the traces of his
whatever it was
whatever he thinks
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.