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I Envy Them
I envy them.
The ones who can bring back life into faded dreams.
The ones who can heal art as it endlessly tears itself apart at the seems.
The ones who are brave enough to draw their fate with a pen, leaving them no room for a mistake.
The ones who can display the storm in their hearts with a brush, the downpour of their desires evident in each brushstroke trailing in their wake.
The ones who embrace their flaws, imbedding them into a canvas with paint.
The ones who write down their thoughts, words expressing their fondness or hate.
The ones who can address their emotions, alluring you with phrases projecting their inner conflicts and debates.
The ones who forever cherish their art, even as it cracks or taints.
© Grinchy
The ones who can bring back life into faded dreams.
The ones who can heal art as it endlessly tears itself apart at the seems.
The ones who are brave enough to draw their fate with a pen, leaving them no room for a mistake.
The ones who can display the storm in their hearts with a brush, the downpour of their desires evident in each brushstroke trailing in their wake.
The ones who embrace their flaws, imbedding them into a canvas with paint.
The ones who write down their thoughts, words expressing their fondness or hate.
The ones who can address their emotions, alluring you with phrases projecting their inner conflicts and debates.
The ones who forever cherish their art, even as it cracks or taints.
© Grinchy
