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art/ärt/noun/
the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or e...
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ART
art/ärt/noun/ the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.
❝KISSES TELL MORE STORIES THAN WORDS❞
When I touched you it was gingerly, when I looked at you it was with passion, when I tasted you it was so bittersweet that I wanted more. All your colors mixing with mine, we made a piece of art no one could tear. Until the water washed away the colors and the paint spilled.
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The day we met the sky was an interesting shade of orange, it wasn't calming, peaceful, it was more of a blood orange color; like it was waiting to pull me to the gates of hell. Me being the kind of guy who didn't care where my life was going, it captured me. I felt drawn to it. Something about the sky really got to me. So I painted it, I painted until my fingers felt like they were gonna fall off. You saw the painting hanging up in my room weeks later and your fingers grazed each edge. I never knew you had a liking for art.
"It's amazing, you actually did this?" You asked your lips curving into a slight smile. I felt happy you were impressed. You waited for an answer, your dark eyes lightening up with excitement.
"Yea, took a couple of hours of perfection but it was all worth it." I sat back onto my lumpy mattress and lit a cigarette.
I had been new to Cali and you were one of my first friends, living in a cheap apartment trying to make a living off my artwork and two minimum wage jobs.
You sat down on the mattress next to me taking the cigarette out my hands and putting it up to your lips. You took a long drag inhaling the toxic chemicals before blowing it out slowly and placing it in between your fingers. Your eyes wandered the room looking over every aspect of it, from the dirty clothes on the floor to the records on the walls.
