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2H
the lead is slowly spreading across the canvas
yet the paint had not yet
reached my finger tips
the last round had been on me
for six years now, and i am waiting for
an answer
something that is not happiness
at the cost
of only half a painting
yet the paint had not yet
reached my finger tips
the last round had been on me
for six years now, and i am waiting for
an answer
something that is not happiness
at the cost
of only half a painting
Published 18th Jun 2015
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18th Jun 2015 11:53am
How terribly sad that the artwork of love is painted in unrequited colors...
JJ
JJ
the wait, the incompleteness of a survival, the lack of colours and hues.. How u say lotzz in such simplicity, that weighs like tonnez on a reading me!
"something that is not happiness"..you have me here agn, drawn in awe of ur words K
"something that is not happiness"..you have me here agn, drawn in awe of ur words K
