i mean
after we make love
i'll probably stare at the bedsheets we lay on
and think
together
we created such a beautiful mess
like a watercolor painting
shades of reds and blues
purples and greens
splattered onto a blank canvas
to anyone else
this might look like a disaster
an accident
maybe it could be labeled as "art"
whatever art even means
but to me
i see the most extraordinary thing that's ever been created
with a purpose
this love that we make
our love
it has a purpose
it was no accident
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
i mean
after we make love
i'll probably stare at the bedsheets we lay on
and think
together
we created such a beautiful mess
like a watercolor painting
shades of reds and blues
purples and greens
splattered onto a blank canvas
to anyone else
this might look like a disaster
an accident
maybe it could be labeled as "art"
whatever art even means
but to me
i see the most extraordinary thing that's ever been created
with a purpose
this love that we make
our love
it has a purpose
it was no accident
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