Oh Picasso
why Picasso
do you not visit me
the way you used to
you gave my brush a push
with your unseen hand
opened my eyes again
my brush no longer dances
it stands still
instead of paint
it’s dipped in glue
please come see me old friend
free my brush so I may speak through it again
I miss you Picasso
Copyright © Eelun Phetmoore | Year Posted 2014
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