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Reaching Art

Throwing open the door
I was greeted to colors
Things on my palette I never knew existed

I throw myself into it never realizing that someone else sees my heart

Its black and in a barb wire
No one has reached it
Until your touch turned my ice into warmth
Blue flames intermix with mine
I feel the heat from you thaw me out

I drop my paintbrush in shock
The bruises disappear
The paint drips from my painting
As your eyes seek mine
You’re drying my imagination
As you reach around to shut my world off
My only focus is now you

Your eyes hold me still
You stop the endless chatter
You hold me close
You are another cure to my world
My paintbrushes stay in their cups
My computer stays closed
As you heal me in ways my art and my writing couldn’t
You reach into the crevices where the pain hurts me most
Trailing your healing abilities
You fix me where others couldn’t
You pull me out of my head space
Your touch fixes everything

You take the paint brush out of my hands
You put away the current canvas that I’m working on
Brings me out of the garage
Into a brightness
The sound connects and you bring me home
You bring me everything I need


"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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