the painter
it's all swirled together
the memories that is
striving to make something better
this life was just unfit
now it all makes sense
why vangogh would eat yellow paint
with a lack of happiness so intense
it’s the only way to cover the hurt
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emmamentz
I’ve been writing poetry for a while now. Posting some of my old works and sprinkling in some new ones, just for fun!
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