The world is my canvas, it's mine to paint
Splashes of colour before I vacate
My palette contains colours so bright
Turning brown to orange, and darkness to light
Different strokes for memories created
Dulcet tones for the moments I've most hated
Rich deep colours for all the happiness
Balanced out by the nude for its sadness
Red for the passion that has driven me on
A bright yellow for those moments that I've been strong
Spirals of colour splashes of fun
Splodges of pink for a life begun
Bold colours signifying my achievements
With a contrast of black for the bereavements
A thirst for life in brushstrokes so frantic
And an absence of colour for the sycophantic
A portrait of my life without any restraints
Its my world to create so watch me paint.
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@RichWithey that's three awesomes in the last 10 mins! I'm gonna need a bigger box lmao ๐ thanks for the RP Rich x
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