[ p a i n t b r u s h ]
you made me realize
the stories i could tell
with this paintbrush.
you allowed yourself to be
my masterpiece,
but then she had to go and
tear the canvas
i had already started.
- k.a.n
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silent crescendos | poetry
Poetry- 'and at night, even in the void of sound, her mind is a symphony of silent crescendos, her soul an enchanting and poisonous melody.' a collection of thoughts composed by an amateur poet who spends way too much time listening to the cacophonies of...
