The Artist

by RedRose   Nov 2, 2009


She looked at me with bloodshot eyes.
Her make-up smeared across her face.
Tears drowning her cheeks.
A silent whimper escaped her lips.
I was Picasso and She was my masterpiece.

--- RedRose ---

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  • 4 years ago

    by Vanesa

    Simple and powerful.

  • 4 years ago

    by Vanesa

    Simple and powerful.

  • 14 years ago

    by victoria

    Very simple but very powerful. vivid and emotional and kinda haunting.
    great job.

    victoria

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