Part II: “A Painter Who Paints His Heartbreak”
Humdrum day, you came to my exhibit,
Looked at you as your eyes moves around it,
The tones I used on my painting, you'd smirked,
You're seeing the subject of my artwork,
Can you identify the colors weep?
It's often hard to understand poets,
But you made it easy like explicit
To understand every poems you made me,
Soon it was over, we stopped doing it,
What emotions do you usually feel?
Without really thinking of hurting me?
Now, I couldn't look at my own paintings,
Because it reminds me the masterpiece
Of your face. I must say, beauty apiece.
✍🏼: Habier Sappari
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