She was a canvas,
Who needed an artist,
To bring colors to her life,
From nothing to everything.
He added something red,
Like cherry wine,
To her lips,
Making her nothing but gorgeous.
He added blue
Like the ocean,
To her eyes,
Making everyone's heart
sunk deeply into it.
He added pink,
Like a carnation
To her cheeks,
Making her shy yet adorable.
Every colors he added,
Turned the pure canvas,
Into a beautiful,
Gorgeous,
Eye stunning,
Portrait.
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Bittersweet
PoesíaOur life consists of a few things -Happiness, Sadness, Regrets, Love, Disappointments. To me, I call them 'Bittersweet'. I started to write poems after an incident. An incident that I would never ever forget. I hope that the poem's I wrote could al...
