#WritcoPoemChallenge
Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...
Still lacked its most essential jewel,
Without it,
it seemed like a flower
without its bountiful colour,
It looked like a flower,
but still couldn't be counted as one,
The painting was a masterpiece
but still couldn't be counted as one,
Because it missed,
It lacked feelings..
To make,
To be,
To become,
The painting had bold stokes of colour,
Still the strokes didn't shine,
With love, happiness,
It was painted with confident hands,
but it was hollow ,
just like how the painter eyes looked
hollow.