I painted me in colours..
it didn't suit me well.
I covered me in white
to start all over again.
I dipped my feet in red
My face was painted blue
I tried to paint a smile
but it didn't look too good.
My arms were painted white
it looked like I had wings
it's funny what my wings did
it couldn't even swing.
Nobody gave me a smile
nobody held me tight.
I tried to lift my head up,
it took away the light.
I stupidly searched for a saviour
and found the one thats right
they caught me smiling secretly
and took away my night.
My heart was left unpainted
they said that I was wack
they took the paintbrush forcefully
I saw it painted black.
They painted me in colours..
I looked better plain
I looked better plain
I covered me in black

1 comment:
very elegant...i sense ur artistic style nd value in the reader. i also feel like this poem simply merged together blissfully with not much effort. i feel the ease between the words nd yet this could just be hard work.
All the best, Your brother.
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