She paints,
a glorious array of colours spread carefully across the canvass,
profusely creating a story
as though Tim Hughes himself had been handed a brush.
Her longing portrayed in the most painful way,
the bristles soaked in a blood red dye
much like what used to pour from her wrists.
crafting,
building,
The picturesque yet un-ideal images,
in a way only she knows how.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
She paints,
a glorious array of colours spread carefully across the canvass,
profusely creating a story
as though Tim Hughes himself had been handed a brush.
Her longing portrayed in the most painful way,
the bristles soaked in a blood red dye
much like what used to pour from her wrists.
crafting,
building,
The picturesque yet un-ideal images,
in a way only she knows how.
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