i never understood how people fell in love with art
until i fell for youuntil i held your hand and imagined my fingertips as paintbrushes
until the watercolors in your eyes bled into my heart, so slowly that i hardly noticed
until smears of love-colored paint left themselves on every part of me you touched
- "i paint flowers so they'll never die"
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MOONCHILD ; poetry ii
Poetryif i want to die, i'll strive to live as much as i want to die