If I am a painting, hang me in a silent corner of your room,
Where the wall is covered with tarnished wood and the bed with tarnishing words,
Where I get the space to understand the waves of my heart,
And it’s perfunctory display of emotions,
Where I could be a scribbled musing in between a Shakespeare,
And exist by being someone’s love; lost, fought, immortal or dead,
Where the darkness could overcome my addiction to self-deprivation,
Before I could lit myself up and melt around my own wick,
Where you could never stare me in the eye standing still, praising my hollowness,
But, where I could just feel the opposite of loneliness.
A Turquoise Leaf 
If you were a painting I would put you in front of me ,not in some dark corner. At a place, where I could adore you all day. I would burn bright myself for you, so that you could illuminate the world with your beauty and be immortalized in the ages to come !
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