4 July 2012
This crumbling shell needs a lick of paint A bright young thing it certainly ain't The years have been hard some would say unkind No point in dwelling, no way to rewind.
A fresh layer to cover the cracks A touch of magnolia to get back on the tracks. Brighten the mood and lighten the day A shiny gloss to help light the way.
Another layer of paint on top of the last This one will mask the stains of the past. A bright new future, a fresh new start A painted exterior hiding a broken heart.
Paint • Opuss № I