UNMASTER PIECED
I saw a painting.
It wasn't finished
But it made my heart racing.
I took a brush,
I took a paint,
I painted it in a rush.
But art wasn't supposed to be like that.
I lowered the brush,
I knew it wasn't supposed to end like that.
The colors mixed
But the colors faded,
And it ended up so unfixed.
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Poems
PoetryEnglish and Filipino poems Most of the poems are written from inspirations The theme of the poems are random
