You’re the painter
and
I am the canvas
You mix blues
and purples
into my skin
Your brushes
are the fists
of a flawed
childhood
I am the pale canvas
of
love
I am patient
as your anger
swells
I wait for
your artwork
to form along
my skin
This is sick
I know
But all I can
say is
“Paint me
and
Make me beautiful” -DDF
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
You’re the painter
and
I am the canvas
You mix blues
and purples
into my skin
Your brushes
are the fists
of a flawed
childhood
I am the pale canvas
of
love
I am patient
as your anger
swells
I wait for
your artwork
to form along
my skin
This is sick
I know
But all I can
say is
“Paint me
and
Make me beautiful” -DDF
stay strong, loves
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