Purest Form of Art
The dark shadows are attracted and attempting to lure
The girl that will forever withhold her quiet demure
So instead she immerses herself in an art
Of the purest media possible, right from the start.
However, no ones’ ever seen her beautiful creations
Even though she’s taken them to all of these places.
Not her sister, not her brother
Nor her father, or her mother.
Deep down, she knows that life is full of scars
Because beauty was never written to be in her stars
And even though she paints such a lovely picture,
Every story has a twist.
-Her paintbrush is a razor
And her canvas: a wrist.
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