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Paint it blue.
Stroke by stroke,
Dip the brush into the water
Watch it change its color.
Paint it blue.
Blue like the tears
That fall from my eyes whenever I think of you.
Blue like the clear big skies
That we looked at
when
It's just us two.
Paint it green.
Green like the plants that you grow,
Scattered round your house.
Like the magnificent silk,
The color of your blouse.
Paint it brown,
Like your hazel pretty eyes,
That shine so bright
When we're alone
Without disguise.
And let it taste like caramel,
That you adore.
At least you did,
Long time before.
And let me hear the wooden smell,
It felt so strong.
Just like the day
When you were there.
Just us alone.
Paint it orange.
Like the locks of your silky wavy hair.
They framed your neck
Just the right way.
Your skin so fair.
I ran my fingers right through it,
I felt it burn.
But didn't want to pull away,
I yearned and yearned.
Paint it red.
Like the color of your lipstick,
And the sunset we watched together,
Like the speed of my heartbeat — rather quick,
And your touch on my skin which felt like feather.
Paint it black,
Like the lonely nights spent without you,
Deep dark bags under eyes,
Quiet "hate yous'".
Stupid lies that I tried to believe in,
Little things that were left unforgiven.
Like the black bold ink of my pencil,
And the promise to give no more chances.
Like the quiet realization,
Like a begging for quicker salvation.
Paint it white.
Like a symbol of fresh new beginning,
So I hear the Angels' pure singing.
Like a sign of no longer praying,
Like a message that frees me from staying.
Just a big plain canvas
And no clue.
Who's the painter.
Is it me
Or you?
14. 12.2024