Smiling brightly with a mouth of lead,
Trying to talk with no words said.
Raven hair dotted with ink,
Skin colored a tannish pink.
Irises like sparkling chocolate emeralds,
A face perfect like statue molds.
A masculine aura with a heart underneath,
A magnificent brain never obsolete.
As a sad smile rose to my lips,
I realized this wasn't all that he is.
His looks are there, but his mind is not.
It's running around and screaming a lot.
Flaws go haywire and break and ruin, Anything and everything this creature is doing.
I made him this way, the fault is mine,
I should have given him a light to shine.
Selfish was I for I made him me,
A disgusting excuse for a human being.
I wanted a companion who know what I felt,
Who had hardships and struggles in which I dealt.
They say misery loves company, and I thought it true.
But now I want happy instead of blue.
His beautiful picture is smudged with eye leak,
The longer I look, his smile grows weak.
I heard him talk as I fell to my knees,
"Don't ruin what we have, I'm begging you, please."
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The Black Canvas
Mystery / ThrillerThe canvas symbolizes the mind. A white canvas is a healthy, normal functioning mind. The colors that get painted on are different emotions. But no matter how much paint is on that canvas, it is still a white canvas underneath. Now when it is a pure...
