She felt nothing but
pain and darkness
And splattered these feelings
on canvas
Not long after, a light was found
in him
But before too long
he became her yellow paint
The yellow paint that she craved
because she just wanted happiness
But the more and more yellow paint she got,
the more she started to die
Just as her favorite artist once did,
she will soon realize yellow paint
could never be good to consume
Author's Note~
An older poem I just edited a bit. I want to write more poetry again, so I'm gonna try.
