She paints a pretty picture
But the story has a twist
The paintbrush is a razor
The canvas is her wrist
She paints her picture
In a paint thats bloody red
But by the end of the dayshe figures
The picture has her dead
So she takes out some liquid
That burns and smells of liquor
And pours it on her wrist
Until it etches a picture
A sound brings her out
But she puts on a smile
That hides whats just a pout
I did write this, because I had a copy of someone's that I lost so I wrote this instead, so if it seems like someone else's then sorry but I've seen so many variations of this
~Mystique
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Once Upon A Time (poems and quotes)
PoetryThe tragic truth of wishes and wishing. Because only if your perfect will wishing on a star work. Otherwise it's a long endless battle to get what you want
