Painted Picture
Picture colored, painted
fine.
Perfectly detailed, every
line.
A work of art, hours toiled,
Within a moment all was
spoiled.
The girl who spent all her hours,
Painting this picture with
all its flowers,
Had a future, for she was
bright.
Had an indistinguishable,
burning light.
She had a future, she had a
plan.
To go and visit every land.
Raise a family, have a
child.
She wasn't one to go all
wild.
But then one day she went
and changed,
With a 'Yes' she was
rearranged.
Drugs, Tobacco, Alcohol,
Would be the reasons for her
fall.
Premarital pregnancies,
Birth control and STD's.
All her hopes and dreams
destroyed.
Now a puppet, Drugs own toy.
When she came to her
painting true,
With colors shining a
beautiful hue,
In a flash of a damaged
heart,
Destroyed the painting, tore
it apart.
Threw coats of paint on its
remains,
And in the end they were
both the same.
A beautiful picture now gone
wrong,
Destroyed in a foolish
choice of song,
A song of hate, destruction,
sadness,
Because of one sheer fit of
madness.
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Notes:
When I first wrote this, it was because of what I was seeing around me. Now I
put it in the 'slayers' section because I thought it might make an interesting
view on an Alternate Universe (I highlight that cause there are critics out there, and I'm
saying this is NOT the slayers world.) for the slayers. Because this could
happen easily to anyone, so why not one of them reborn? I'm thinking of writing
a story to go with this, I don't know though, it all depends how this turns
out. Worse case scenario, I put this in the 'original poetry' section. (I had
to fight with myself whether to put it there or here…) Ok Ciao!
