Piece of art.

She sat there with her canvas, with a brush and paints at hand,

It turned out though, the painting, would be different from her plan.

Instead of colors bursting forth, tear drops fell and soaked,

All the anguish from her pain, the pain that she has loathed.

Then she parted lips, and smiled from within her heart & soul,

Imprinting them, and now a smile, was what the canvas bore.

And then the blood from all her scars bled onto the building picture,

Then a crumpled paper bearing secrets also joined the mixture.

She looked at it, to no surprise, it was a picture of her heart,

Someone walked by and whispered, "What a beautiful piece of art."