The Essence Of Who I Am

Like every piece of art, you had a story

And that story is what I planned to solve

I studied you

I wrote about you

I stared at you

I held you and I slowly fell in love with you like no other piece I had ever seen

But one day I went to the gallery and you were gone

I searched and searched until I found you with someone else

Admiring your beauty

But they could not know you the way I did

They were not there for hours and hours

Memorizing every brush stroke and line

They did not love you

But you never seemed to care

M.A.P

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