Her skin was the canvas
of which the world painted on
Colors brilliant and shining
or dark and frightening
And when people lined up
to make their mark on her
she handed them the brush
and the horrid dye;
The dark purples, blacks, and greens
painting the bruises on her skin
But
He was the last
to take up her brush
as carefully as he would
her heart
And he chose the brightest colors
showing her a world
she never knew
And slowly
her skin became the canvas
of which his world as painted on.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2017 14:59
- Category: Love
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Comments6
I like it. Saving someone from their constant suffering is a way to prove your affection. Nicely done.
This is beautiful! I'm so happy for the girl ^~^
You are a real poet. Thats a very fine piece. May i suggest you remove the word 'of' from line two. Its just the way i read it. Beautiful sentiment in this work.
well you have painted a very clear inspiration for the thought of love and you managed to carry it across very well.
Another very well written poem Nicole, I especially like how you use the painting and canvas metaphor to depict hurt, sadness, and finally love, going from the dark colors to bright colors. Somehow I can imagine the whole transformation. Well done.
Thank you all for your compliments and suggestions
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