My life dedicated to you,
The art I created for you,
The colors I painted on a canvas,
While you, my muse sat on the grass,My life on a painting,
My love that has grown in your safekeeping,
The art that was made in haste,
Will now go to waste,My art that was deemed worthless,
My love told as valueless,
The art I worked so hard for,
The love I planted in my very core,But this phantasmal work of art meets its end,
By taking away the love I still wish for more,
As the sea takes me with every bend,
Our masterpiece has drifted from the shore.So this is basically a continuation of Pencil.
-Author🐼💚

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Poems
PuisiJust a bunch of poems filled by my thoughts and memories that I somehow made into a written version.