Tw:Implied s/h
Art has always been a comfort to me
The pictures in my head spreading onto a page
The strokes of color on a canvas
Splashes of blue, purple, and green
Lines of silver and red
The shine contradicting the dark crimson always made me pleased
Letting my mind calm while it eased the pain that was stuck in my brain
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
