darling,
i am no artist nor painter,
but you,
you're a wonderful piece of artwork.
"which painting do you like?"
they may ask,
"is it the most colorful ones,
or the black ones?"
and i answer:
"she's the painting that i like the most."
i cant keep my eyes off you,
i cant help but stare,
and think:
"she's so stunning."
what will happen to us in the future?
maybe we should just,
let this paintbrush,
go round and round,
and let it decide what our lives will be.
YOU ARE READING
letters to you.
Poesiedoesnt have a genre, this'll be my diary for the person i like but since i dont have the courage to tell her these, im just going to write them. dont attack me because of the future mistakes i'll make. i may or may not edit this, for, as i said, thi...
