She liked to paint. More like loved. She hadn't had any brushes nor a canvas. She painted with words. She enjoyed planting as well. But, she never knew of the seeds she planted in his heart and when he'd see her they'd blossom to the moon and back. Flowers grew from his toes to his lungs and he enjoyed every seconds of it.
Hi guys, I was inspired by @harryshickey
Bc her book is so beautiful it made me feel like trash. So here goes some poetic shit.
Love you guys,enjoy💗
YOU ARE READING
Artistic {h.s}
FanfictionShe liked to paint. But, she never used a brush or actual paint. She painted with words. He did the exact opposite.
