Her smile touches her eye as she held her bag that holds the color of life.
As she sits, she starts to paint, she starts put colors in the dull life others play.
She paints not like Da Vinci or Picasso. She paints with blooming words following what her heart says so.
Though every rainbow she create gives hope and life, she still finds herself lost in delight.
Still collecting colors for the pallete she need to build the castle she had always dreamed.
AN: To my friend, keep
going palautot!
love,
thegirlinbluue
YOU ARE READING
bluer than blue
PoetryWritten to create art out of life's bullshit, through ups and downs and everything in between. excuse grammar errors these write ups aren't made for an A+ essay they're made to express, inspire & impress, not to depress.
