he tries to color me
he stays in the lines
but no matter how hard he tries,
no color comes through.
the paint is red and when it hits the canvas of my beating heart it turns black.
he trys to paint my eyes a vivid green but they come out blue,
the paint drips to tears.
he is not my painter.
and i will stay the colors black and blue
till my painter returns.
Author notes
option 3 title color me hopeless :] good idea for a title made sparks go off in my head.
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Comments
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It sounds kind of emo.
I do like the first verse.
Thanks, and good luck -
alsome
u did a beautiful job with this poem its was marvelous... great work with this poem keep up the marvelous work n keep da ink flowin...
he is not my painter.
and i will stay the colors black and blue
till my painter returns.
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This is great. So cute, but sad at the same time. I loved it. Great write!
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