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Author : an old friend which i no longer talk to. A great piece nonetheless.
There was once a painter who dreamed of creating
A powerful masterpiece from his hands.
He had his stencils and pad for planning,
And brushes and canvas waiting to be transformed.
His vision would be a unique one,
And his piece was being created in his mind.
The painter spent days and nights thinking,
So long that all his paints had dried out.
Though this greatly frustrated him so,
The painter was too stubborn to leave and buy new paints.
So he continued his art with stencils,
And tried to create up until the next morn.
The long hard hours he spent on his work,
Never matched up to his minds creation.
Still the painter was just too stubborn to leave,
And go buy the wet colors he needed.
One day a walker passed by his window,
And stopped to see what the painter was doing.
The walker saw that he needed paints for his work,
And asked if he would like to walk to the store.
The deed the walker offered was kind,
But the painter saw no need in leaving his stencils.
The walker could not see why he didnt need paint,
But he left the painter to do his work.
Everyday the walker would come by,
To invite the painter to walk to the store.
But every time the painter would refuse,
And with every no, the painter grew frustrated.
Not only was his work not being completed,
The painter was distracted with the walker.
The painters work seemed to be going nowhere,
Until his inspiration came to him.
His new creation would be of the walker,
The painter had fallen in love with the man who cared.
With the new feelings, there were new ideas,
He knew the masterpiece that was lying his heart.
The piece would be of the walker in mid-day,
With short glowing blonde hair and deep blue eyes,
He would have golden-white skin and firm muscles.
The scene behind him would be bright and lively,
With hues of greens, yellows, blues, pinks, and reds.
The image the painter saw was a grand one,
So he began to sketch out his new ideas.
But still the Painter found himself creating nothing,
Nothing close to what was in his mind and heart.
The painter would try and try repeatedly,
And every sketch would lead him further away.
With every failed piece the painter grew cold,
The distance was leaving him lost in his feelings.
His confusion made him bitter and unwise,
And no more did the painter want to create.
No more did the painter want to feel.
The very next day the walker came by,
He was shocked and sad at what he witnessed.
He saw the painter pale and shivering,
Who was kneeling in all his failed sketches.
The canvas, what was supposed to become a masterpiece,
Was now a hiding place for the painter.
His window that was once open,
Was now closed to the entire world.
The once illuminated room was nothing but shadows,
All in the room now was blind sorrow.
The walker banged and screamed into the window,
Offering the painter a last chance to walk.
But all the painter did was shut the blinds,
Leaving the room lost in his thoughts and feelings.
The painter, nothing now but a mere man,
Did nothing but soak and cower in his own anger.
Everything to the painters eyes was bleak,
And life to him had no meaning at all.
The new way of life grew tiring for the painter,
And he began to miss his old ways.
He missed the hours spent creating in his room,
Painting all the works for his hearts desire.
Tired and bored with the nothingness he felt,
The painter decided to venture back to his old room.
He picked up all his old crumpled up sketches,
And reviewed them with a new understanding.
He saw that he had the right ideas,
But all heeded was color for its feel.
The painter understood now what he had done wrong.
So he unlocked and lifted his window,
Re-opening his senses to the world.
He waited for the walker to return,
Wanting to he change from his old ways.
But the walker never came by,
And the painter began losing hope.
He would scream out for the walker,
Hoping that the walker would hear his plea of love.
But days were passing and there was never a reply,
Had the walker given up and changed his path?
With everyday the painter grew more scared,
Afraid that his walker would never return.
Worried that the one person who had ever cared,
Was never going to return to his window.
No matter how open it was to the world,
The painter could do nothing but wait and hope.
He grew tired of the ever passing days,
And decided that waiting was never going to work.
The painter needed to win the man he desired,
So on his own he walked to the art store.
The painter bought himself a rainbow of paints,
And created the masterpiece he was destined to.
It was even more touching than he could have dreamt,
The painting was complete, but the painter was not.
Though he had finished his work he was still alone,
There was no one for the painter to share his work with.
So the painter hung his piece in the window,
For the world to experience his love and inspiration.
He hoped the walker would one day pass by,
And see and love the change the painter had made.
You don't love someone because they are beautiful, they are beautiful because you love them.
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