I am just a pice of art
One that you enjoy
Then move on and forget
No one ever notices
How long this image took me
To find out what I want to paint
To find out if I hide the flaws
Or wear them with pride
To paint to see what I've been through
Or one to make you happy
I chose the real story
The one with friends replaced by scares and tears
But no one seems to like this drawing
So I paint a fake one
But no one likes that either
So I hang the real one up
Letting everyone know I'm not ok
Waiting for someone to take me home
And protect me from the rain
The rain that falls down in bullets of pain
But know I sit on a wall waiting to be taken care of
For I am just a painting
One that you enjoy
Then move on and forget
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Tales For The Broken
RandomStory's of story's and stories telling stories about stories. This has a bunch of little stories and talks about things I believe in. I hope you find something you like I'm trying to be more Iowan to every one so I love to hear from you guys. What d...
