#WritcoPoemPrompt61
We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.
Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.
But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape.
But u choose to be the fool
Complaining about the color,the way my brushed moved,the landscape,the position of the easel,nothing seemed okay for you
Then u turned and left
Leaving me alone with a broken heart and an uncompleted painting
My tears became the water for...