I can make a beautiful picture
Painted on a canvas of the mind,
There is finish
It develops with every minute.
I can make a wondrous picture.
But you won't want to look into it.
I wish I could stop it,
But there is no way to diminish.
I can frame a beautiful picture.
But you would not listen to it.
Not even when the picture,
was of me walking away.
Why?
Why did you have to be so...
Cold hearted.
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