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My first two years of college were spent studying Commercial Art, so maybe it's not surprising my mind would turn to such a familiar subject when my heart was breaking.
The Art Of Love |
| by Ron Carnell |
| Paint a portrait of my Soul And you'll find it's only Black and White. The color faded when you did. Paint a portrait of my Heart And you'll find it has no Depth. It lost its perspective when I lost you. |
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Adalaide
Paint a portrait of my emotion and you'll find it's boundless It confined to the end when you end it.
Shaniqua
So sad...so true...
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