Painting this portrait of my mind
Perfectly down to the last
Little autobiographical detail
Of colored thoughts
And the wonders wrought
By every sweeping stroke
Of the brush
Of sunset loves and morning revolutionaries
Of midnight's desperation and midday's hesitation
This is my dream displayed
In every shade
From blue to green
And back again
And given to all takers
The mystery buried deep within
The scent of paints fills the air with mourning
The outside cold keeping you in mine
There was a time when you adored me
A time we swore the paints would never dry.
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