she was a painter;
the world her empty canvas.
she would paint beautiful smiles on depressed faces,
making their hearts beat with a colorful bloodstream.
all except her own.
[a/n; to all the readers, we are half way through this book. i am leaving it off at fifty chapters, so i can work on other poetic projects that are soon to come.]
YOU ARE READING
devoid of color // slow updates
Poetry❂book one of the "colorful injections" series. book two: bring color to my skies a jumble of words that coexist into ink that bleeds through the pages and hallucinated lines into messily painted poetry. //cover by @ImmortalImpulse
