Without you

I splatter.

I drip. I drop. I spill.

I am paint.

I conform to your will.

With you

I am bold, intense.

I shine.

Or I am quiet and reflective.

But I speak.

My life is a canvas

Ready to be filled.

I am paint...

I yield.

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You are an artist

Every morning as your eyes open up
you reach for your paintbrush 
unknowingly

You are the canvas 
and your actions are the splatters
Inspired by your dreams 
and all to you that matters 

You bring to life the beauty that you think
Transforming the formless into reality
your desires turn to ink

Do not downplay the smaller things you do
as every single brushstro...

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I stargaze in my own room,
with thought of holding you.

The melody of songs I don't know,
make me wonder what there is to behold.
With a gentle laugh,
I stand starstruck by your words.

Like a child I stand below it all,
seeing colour that aren't letting you go,
as the stars paint a portrait of your smile,
I am caught stargazing in my own room.

And the sky turns back to white,
as t...

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She stands there painting her door.
He comes behind and seizes her;
Pressing against the wet paint, she oh adorers.
As the clothes are ripped off of her.
Her hands into his and drawn above her head;
His lips tantalizing naked skin.
Tongue curls and lashes to please;
Neck, breasts, naval need I say more.
Hard core it becomes, raw in paint.
She is wet...

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By: Ali Taha Alnobani

I know, strawberry has charm

But this time, it is a moon in spring temples

A Call beaming in the morning

And a mascot painted on god's arm

Your lips proclaim another speech

About angels ceremony for love

Which conduct there in paradise

Over fire, under ice

Near the golden beach

That nobody can reach

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I know strawberry has...

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