It was a blank canvas meant to give purpose,
That pushed me to pursue the star I've been looking up to.
It was the strokes of brush that made me feel alive;
Breathing its every line drew.
It was the hues of you that brought meaning;
Widening my narrow view.
All those elements were the constellation of you and me,
And I never knew painting our dreams could bring this much agony.
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There may be grammatical and typographical errors in the following chapters and I'm asking for your understanding to bear with me as this is my first story.
Nevertheless, I'll keep learning along the way and make sure there would be less, if none, errors to be seen.
Feel free to leave a comment and enjoy reading!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Painting Dreams (ECSB Series 1) (REVISING)
Historia CortaJacc has a long time crush on Oli. Never really tried to pursue it not until he knew he was running out of time. A push and pull of thinking if he should go all for it despite knowing he'll leave another person behind or not at all for the sake of h...
