Broken Paintbrush, Broken Girl (#YOWO)

Thu, 12/05/2013 - 13:18 -- ash5eva


And I loved a girl

with pain etched into her lips

and death written along her soul.

Art poured from her fingertips

and poetry was carved into

her veins, ones filled with

meloncholy and eternal



I wanted to be the girl to

kiss her hurt from her soul,

be the paintbrush to extract

her demons, be the pencil

to erase her dark thoughts,

be the razor that took

all her pain away.





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