I Am Not A Good Writer Still I Like To Write My Thoughts

[i]There is a little girl I know who can draw.
Not the art you would see from an artist.
Rather the art that she has painted deeply into her heart.
She paint her memories with thoughts
and with laughter and happiness
She paints love and kindness, it is all she knew..
she was still young
So she drew.
and she drew
until they burned her heart
and destroyed her art

Now her heart is black
She paints her memories with thoughts
and with tears and sorrow.
she has grown a little older
"love is love with a bitter taste" she thought
She said "I will paint it differently, I will use my tears to remove the flames"
although her tears taste like salt water
it is still better than being bitter
although her tears washes away her beautiful art
it has removed flames from her heart.
Yet although her tears removed flames from her heart
the pain still remains.
she has drowned in an ocean full of tears.

Now her heart is blue
She paint her memories with thoughts
and with numbness and coldness
she has grown a little older
She approaches everyone in a cold manner.. they gossip, they insult, they hate and they understand not.
She suffers
and she forgets how to feel
Until her mother hugged her
She said "my child I am sorry I didn't see you suffer"

Now her heart is red
She paint her memories with thoughts
and with kindness and forgiveness
She is now a grown kid
and she realized
the complete love completes the incomplete love
She is an artist who draw with her heart
She is beautiful
and she
She draw forgiveness
She draw kindness
and once again
she paint love.
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