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The Canvas

Poetry

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by -angstqueen-

by -angstqueen-

                                    
                                              Oh, sweet canvas
You're a coping mechanism.
'Tis be wrong
But it feels so right-
Like love at first sight
                          Though I may have two loves
The paintbrush
And you, canvas
                          You're so dirty...
Littered and tan
A few purple-grey marks of scars
How did I let you get so dirty?
                          You must be cleaned.
I shall repaint you-
Then you will be pretty again.
                          Pretty is good.
Society hates ugly.
I want to be like them-
I just want to fit in
Is that bad?
                          Oh, come now, sweet canvas
Let you and the pain brush rejoice in a field of pain and beauty
Let me make you pretty again
                          And we'll both see the red together.