• mansiroy__ 31w


    a pristine splotch of fuschia ,a flawless splatter of ruby ,the radiant smudges of sunlight pure as a virgin , the poignant aroma of rose petals .The translucent wings of a butterfly as fragile as porcelain , the flimsy legs of a bird like twigs that’ll snap any second ,a bead of early morning dew on a veiny leaf at the break of dawn , stroke by stroke , pigments and hues , works of art are misunderstood as often as a woman changes her clothes ,fabricated into something they’re not .... but my darling , you're the creation , no one will forget.