Her soul was his canvas
Her body was his paintbrush
Her eyes,nose and lips were his colors
Her smile was his palette
And her,herself was his masterpiece.But his masterpiece drifted away,
faded colors,blank canvas and
paintbrush turned into stone.He can't paint now,
he doesn't even know howshe's gone, she's gone,
his everything is gone.
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Unspoken Words
Poetryrandom poems about random things from a random girl. x (currently editing)