he watches as she shows him her master piece.
he study's every curve, every loop.
he notices the color that she uses.
that
one
color.
she repeated that color all over.
he looks up at her, ready to ask about the color.
but as he does he notices how weak and frail her body is.
at that moment he realizes that this masterpiece she has created.
was her pain and torture summed up into one painting .
he feels as if someone has shot him over, and over, and over again.
but all he could do was smile half heartily, and say "it's lovely."
YOU ARE READING
Out Of My Mind
شِعرThese are my poems, I hope you love and understand them. Pictures are not mine, all credits belongs to the artists.
