"You are art"
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Last published Thu, May 9, 2019
You're in love with a version of me that you've created in your head.
I was almost what you wanted, but almost is never enough.
I'm convinced, from the moment I tasted your lips.
All I needed was just one more kiss.
just one more time..
What is it about you?
Brushes and paints can do a lot to a picture.
Paint can speak for itself.
It can reveal to us thousands of lies.
Even paintings have their own secrets hidden by the one who passionately paints it.
If we could dive through that canvas we would know the story he wants to tell us.
but then I saw you..
surrounded with art and I would still stare at you; not in a creepy way of course!!-
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