My heart craves for your art

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
written on a whim.

Submitted: May 23, 2013

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Submitted: May 23, 2013



I saw you bleeding on the paper, your heart a wreck, a dead organ leaving a last breath of vitality. There is a certain beauty in your bleeding, a beauty that only a heart can see, that only the body can feel. It is a warm river of exposure flowing through the veins, more important than blood, more important than the air we breathe.
I saw you leaving bits and pieces of your memories on a canvas, preparing for the last straw, the last tear to be shed. Your eyes were tearful, and staring at me, as if crying for help, a silenced cry for life, for revitalization. I stood there, looking at you, like a poet stares at his work, contemplating its beauty or its grotesqueness. I reached for you, but you vanished, as if integrating into the artwork of yours.
Someday, in the hot summer breeze, when all hopes have faded and all lights are switched off, I promise I will write for you, I will paint for you; I will bring you to life. Remember then, my heart craves for your art, like a body longs for its food. Give me art, give me this food that never ends, this water of eternity that never runs short.


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