I'm an artist,
can't you tell?
No?
Oh well,
that's because
my artwork is hidden!
It's not in front of you,
it's hidden from sight,
underneath clothes.
My canvas
is not the kind you might
be thinking of.
No,
my canvas is my skin,
and my paint brush is a blade.
My paint is my blood,
and the only color I use
is deep dark red.
Yes...
hand me a blade,
and i'll make art
I'll make beautiful art
that shows my battles
and shows my emotions
better than I could myself!
It almost sounds as if it is
It almost sounds as if it is a take on the one poem about cutting.....Oh... Why can't I remember its name? It sounds as though it is about self harm, but maybe I'm wrong, and maybe it's about a murderer who kills with a knife. Either way, it think it really lets a reader's imagination run free.
~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~
haha, it's not quite done,
haha, it's not quite done, but yes its about cutting
no it's not a take on any poem... just coming from deep inside...
I'm glad you like it so far
<3
She paints a pretty picture.
This is the poem it reminded me of.
.
.
https://www.google.com/search?q=she+paints+a+pretty+picture&es_sm=93&sou...
~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~
Oh wow! nice!
Oh wow! nice!
<3