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You’re pretty in a way art couldn’t explain.
I can’t paint you…
Nor do I want too; I’ve ruined beautiful things before.
You’ve fixed beautiful things before,
Mostly inside of me.

I know there are things in this world I am looking at wrong.
I need your picture to be my picture.
You see me for what I really am.
And you don’t leave?

It’s been weeks.
Can I ask you something?
If those legs are in fact painted on
Where did you find paint that doesn’t run?

It’s amazing, the way you cover ground like a tornado
Without ever moving a muscle,
I’ve seen you. Spinnin’ like a million windmills,
Paint me a picture already, stop mixin’ my words up.

When you tear up, the ocean swells.
Too much salt in your tears has left
You all washed out.
Your picture started to run when water was introduced.

It’s okay. We’ve destroyed beautiful things before.
You’ve fixed beautiful things before.
Left me with a paint brush…
I’m no artist… but I feel I can fix this.


once again this was freestyled so don't be too harsh on the comments haha.

Thank you for the FEED! Its crazy for me to hear I inspire someone. I'm stoked I can bring you to that point. I respect alotta poetry (yours included) and I use alotta poetry for insperation myself. Thanks for the compliment and expect a lot more of this stuff in the future man.

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It’s been weeks.
Can I ask you something?
If those legs are in fact painted on
Where did you find paint that doesn’t run?

by far the coolest lines that you wrote man, i even read this a couple times just to get the full experience of these words.. you got poetry locked down man... you got some soulful stuff.. keep it up man..

word. Preciate the feed homie.

You’re pretty in a way art couldn’t explain.
I can’t paint you…
Nor do I want too; I’ve ruined beautiful things before.
You’ve fixed beautiful things before,
Mostly inside of me.

I know there are things in this world I am looking at wrong.
I need your picture to be my picture.
You see me for what I really am.
And you don’t leave?

It’s been weeks.
Can I ask you something?
If those legs are in fact painted on
Where did you find paint that doesn’t run?

It’s amazing, the way you cover ground like a tornado
Without ever moving a muscle,
I’ve seen you. Spinnin’ like a million windmills,
Paint me a picture already, stop mixin’ my words up.

When you tear up, the ocean swells.
Too much salt in your tears has left
You all washed out.
You’re picture started to run when water was introduced.

It’s okay. We’ve destroyed beautiful things before.
You’ve fixed beautiful things before.
Left me with a paint brush…
I’m no artist… but I feel I can fix this.


every fuggn stanza had something that caught my eye. quick key or not i think this is beyond criticism from my part. as always i enjoyed this read and how you tip-toe on the end of being too abstract.

you write deep poetry bro

Uppin

Yo bro #i bow !!!!shit

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It's reasons like this I can't stay away. Beautiful.

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I always love your feedback ha

Haha you're welcome

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If those legs are in fact painted on
Where did you find paint that doesn’t run?

that was dope.... no realy it was, so was the whole peice but i felt this part more creative. but props keep doing your thing.

Creative Thoughts Bro I Saw A Couple Good Lines In There'

I have to agree with everyone else
for a free, this was pretty indept
and you painted the picture well