i painted you in my dreams
and in my own reality
but both aren't the same
because one is in love with me
and the other is in love
with someone else.
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Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
painting
i painted you in my dreams
and in my own reality
but both aren't the same
because one is in love with me
and the other is in love
with someone else.
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