Beware: Do not fall in Love with an artist.
An artist is definitely the most dangerous to fall into a relationship with.
You won’t even know you’re the exact facsimile of their work.
They will tear your heart to bits,
more than likely to generate a new showpiece.
They will watch your irises go from fields in bloom to dull skies,
and your black pupils go from metallic to charcoal.
They will be able to stroke your hair softer than a paintbrush,
and watch your little detail emerge from something pallid.
They will be able to memorize the structure of your face,
then round your cheeks and chisel your dimples into rock.
They will sing lightly the melody you’ve made,
as they cling to your torso as if a life source.
Do you see the danger?
For the love of god, beware.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Beware: Do not fall in Love with an artist.
An artist is definitely the most dangerous to fall into a relationship with.
You won’t even know you’re the exact facsimile of their work.
They will tear your heart to bits,
more than likely to generate a new showpiece.
They will watch your irises go from fields in bloom to dull skies,
and your black pupils go from metallic to charcoal.
They will be able to stroke your hair softer than a paintbrush,
and watch your little detail emerge from something pallid.
They will be able to memorize the structure of your face,
then round your cheeks and chisel your dimples into rock.
They will sing lightly the melody you’ve made,
as they cling to your torso as if a life source.
Do you see the danger?
For the love of god, beware.
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