The Artist


I became his new work of art.
He took me like a canvas
and began to outline my broken heart...
I'm like clay in his hands
as he shapes me into a woman I never knew I could be...
He delicately paints my lips
with the color of passion and love. The brightest red ever known...
Carefully with his lips he brings to life mine...
I am his work of art and
he is my artist...
My best friend.
My guardian.
My hope.
My lover, The Artist.

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