7 July 2012
With paint and a brush, she draws a line
In her mind of some point further back in time
But the colors just blur and drip off the page
With shades of red she paints her blank slate with rage
On rainy days she paints black and grey
Over memories of faces begging her to stay
But she's run out of paint for those people to see,
She paints in her mind places she'd rather be.
She Paints • Opuss № I