I stretched you wide
Pinched, plucked, and twisted every sude
Covered you all over
With gentle strokes like a lover
Planned you out
Worshiped you- I was devout
Now I stare
You collect dust
I wonder where
I could improve my trust
As much as I tired to plan
You look really ****** up
Does my commitment make me a man
The image of a cherub
I want to start over
You’ve gotten far too out of hand
Don’t know if I can come back
With a gentle heart I leave like a lover
I’ll plant my flowers on better land
This feels like a personal attack
I have made my use of you
Now I find another
I’ll pinch and pluck and twist and ****
I painted you black and blue
Told my mother
She told me I have good luck
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 2:19 AM UTC
I stretched you wide
Pinched, plucked, and twisted every sude
Covered you all over
With gentle strokes like a lover
Planned you out
Worshiped you- I was devout
Now I stare
You collect dust
I wonder where
I could improve my trust
As much as I tired to plan
You look really ****** up
Does my commitment make me a man
The image of a cherub
I want to start over
You’ve gotten far too out of hand
Don’t know if I can come back
With a gentle heart I leave like a lover
I’ll plant my flowers on better land
This feels like a personal attack
I have made my use of you
Now I find another
I’ll pinch and pluck and twist and ****
I painted you black and blue
Told my mother
She told me I have good luck
I was painting my magnum opus for about six months but I lost the plot. I didn’t have any sort of intention when I first started painting it. Instead of sticking with my original canvas, I bought a new one today. I prepared it with gesso and everything. I start on it tomorrow. This is about that.
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