Saturday, July 23, 2016

The Painting

He was like a painting
A little bit of rain fell
And his hair never fades
His colors swirled together effortlessly
His skin painted with stories
He was straight from a movie
But with a real world heart
This painting moved
He danced across the magazine
He was like the painting that I spent hours looking at
His beauty never faded 
Because his beauty wasn't visible 

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