We both love painting ,
Brushing the tip of the paintbrush to the canvas ,
Imagining our future while doing the art ,
You are my inspiration ,
You are my greatest treasure ,
You are the heart that was hidden in my art ,
You were the sunshine that i was painting ,
And darkness that i will be mourning.
The colorful colors i used to used ,
Became the darkest painting i've worked ,
The art of the scenery i used to love ,
Became the most hated thing i had ,
And the paintbrush strokes i used to use ,
Were now scattered on the ground while burning with my emotions.
It all just started with the paintbrush strokes
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-NALS
