Death won't come to me tonight.
I might hold the kitchen knife to my throat,
but I can't take the last blow.
This crimson canvas has just enough blank space
for one more paint brush stroke.
But it couldn't be a masterpiece.
For you are Picasso.
Only you can fill the blank space.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Death won't come to me tonight.
I might hold the kitchen knife to my throat,
but I can't take the last blow.
This crimson canvas has just enough blank space
for one more paint brush stroke.
But it couldn't be a masterpiece.
For you are Picasso.
Only you can fill the blank space.
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