Warning: I don't mind wrapping you up in my paper blanket of love poem promises to keep you warm from yourself and allow the depressing lines inside to give you a paper cut, I am a cruel poet.
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"To indulge in your exi...
The dying deep shades of your saddened key note intrigued me, You called to me from within your revolting silhouette of inspiration, The black fear of the world seeped through your little box of no hope I was lost in my own wonder, Beautifully pitied.
But that fear enriched your persona with brush strokes, Your soul confessed your love to my Artist, And your hands reach out to my passion with so much vibrance,
I was then afraid to lift the weight of paint to all your bright colours of definition, For I am but Grey the Paperhearted, The transcendence from coal to flame opened my book and spilt me out into pages, Let me hand on to you influence and to me my corruption, Your love held these hands with the need to create upon itself change and I painted you.
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LovJez, Thank you for the artist inspiration to bring to public my painting transitioning within a drawing.
