A gift to have belongs to me
I like to watch the paint
Stretching from the paint brush
To stain paper with a picture
Drawing pictures is so hard in June
My faults and my mistakes
Little things that I did wrong
Revealed by summers sun
She is so cruel to have done this to me
To unveil my works of art
My sanity she has exposed
For the tragedy it is
Chiselled to the wrong perfection
You weren’t supposed to see
But summer calls for open windows
And I like to draw when its cold
Behind the privacy of curtains
I can drip paint as I like
Maybe tomorrow if its cold
You can see what I’ve drawn














Comments
Wow.
I Can Relate To This So Much.
Is Really Amazing.
xo
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HadoukenWhore.
OhYes.
HurtMe..I'mAlreadyBroken.
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