"bulshes" poems
She was an empty canvas
A clean white from head to toe
Not one tinge of color touched her skin
Till he decided to brush her so
With each moment
He painted her with colors
When they first met
He colored her with a forest green
When he held her hand
He colored her with sweet pastels
When he told her she's beautiful
He colored her with peaches
When he made love to her
He colored her with bulshes of pink
When he doubted her
He colored her with a navy blue
When he comforted her
He colored her with lilacs
When he spent less time with her
He colored her with gloom
When he found another
He colored her with red hues
When he let her go
He colored her with pale blues
When he left her
She was a masterpiece
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC