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Pretty Picture
She Paints a pretty picture,
but her story has a twist.
Her paint brush is her razor,
and her canvas is her wrist.
She paints a pretty picture,
in a color called blood red.
While painting her pretty picture,
she ends up finally dead.
Her pretty picture is faded,
and nobody knows why,
this pretty girl took her life.
All people can do is cry.
but her story has a twist.
Her paint brush is her razor,
and her canvas is her wrist.
She paints a pretty picture,
in a color called blood red.
While painting her pretty picture,
she ends up finally dead.
Her pretty picture is faded,
and nobody knows why,
this pretty girl took her life.
All people can do is cry.
Published 10th Nov 2013
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10th Nov 2013 8:36pm
10th Nov 2013 9:17pm
16th Nov 2013 4:47pm
This poem is basically public verse, I've seen it all over the internet. I like it but consider something more original to tell your story. :)
