He painted with red
The other with words
With silver brushes and sharpened pencils
On pale canvasses
They meet under a full moon
On a midsummer's eve
Beside a meadow
Deep in the woods
They grew to be close
They would write
And paint
Often with each other
But one day the painter drew too hard
And the writer was left by himself
So he wrote and he wrote
Until he was lost in a swirl of words
But even as they were reunited
They were torn apart
As they walked they came near one another
But neither saw the other
For painters and writers can only meet
Under a full moon
By a meadow
On midsummer's eve
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So that was probably super shitty cause I wrote it at 12:42 am whilst listening to my friends talk about candy. Sorry you had to endure that shit. Hopefully the next one will be better.
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Random One Shots
FanfictionThis is a collection of one-shots that I have in the back of my binder that I've written when I should be doing schoolwork. They can be anything. They are mostly fanfiction though.
