I would like to dedicate this piece to PrincessPoetess.
He used to paint me a vision
Of a future, he called it ours
A lifelong happiness, care
He was so full of love till
He threw it out the window
To pursue childlike dreams
Wishes I were not a part of
Artists are big dreamers
Sometimes selfish and
Self-centered, where did
The love go? In paintings
Hanging on walls in huge
Palace like museums, a
Noise surrounded the
Streets, his name had
Turned into a chant
A prayer on a stranger's
Lips.
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Sad Girl
PoesíaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
