Quotes and poetry by redrumkisses

She is a beautifully painted catastrophe in the paradoxical colors of emotions
Painted with swords brushes knifes and hands
Her hair with darkness of regrets
eyes with ink of curiosity
Lips with the blood of love
Her hands more fragile than the feather it was painted with
And feets that have the strength of a canvas stand holding every inch of her with elegance
She is made with backbone painted with intentions of never giving up and the skin that can't take one more wound
her whole body is outlined with the strong emotions of serenity and the highlighted with the bruises of agony and scars of insecurities
Her soul is dusted with the sparkle of laughter
There are chaos in her mind and burning flames in her heart setting fire to its own canvas
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