When I think of painting you,
I think of dust and roses tossed into a confetti starred night.
We should all remain incomplete for someone
to apply the next brush stroke
or another stanza in a poem.
When I think of painting you,
I think of dust and roses tossed into a confetti starred night.
We should all remain incomplete for someone
to apply the next brush stroke
or another stanza in a poem.
Prompt: Unknown