I wanted to make something beautiful
To feel the colours on my skin
I wanted to breathe in the purity
And shatter what was frozen within
I needed to write words of beauty
To describe the look on your face
I needed to paint you in colour
Each brushstroke a feathery trace
I longed to create you in moments
Each second ticking by, an age
I longed to hold you forever
But your spirit I would not cage
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