How can I make it ugly?
In the beginning, all abstract art was a love poem that a mad artist slaughtered with the splattering of multi colored paints to invoke it’s ruining.
Even after burying my words with random yet vivid colors,
what resulted was a beautiful destruction.
Passion is never ugly, when it emits, beautiful blooms into breathtaking in one glimpse.
I’m spinning in unfanned heat, dizzy in love without an alcoholic drink
Is it a fever from pulsating, palpating desire for him?
or the fumes from this paint?
Love is the masterpiece I failed to taint.