You were the artist's favourite masterpiece. Paint marking your soft, gracious skin.
You were perfect in every way, wielding immense vivid colours, while your mind lost in reverie.
Sharp strokes of ferocity, complementing toxic hues.
Warmer shades alongside the cold, fighting the frost beneath your skin.
With every touch you gave elegance, hence why you're the artist's favourite masterpiece.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
