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Paint the Walls
My darling, why don't we paint these walls The white is lifeless and painfully drawl Like a rose or a cherry, a nice vibrant red But fair warning, it may contain lead What if I were to simply crack open my head So within this room I would surround you instead Throughout the winter and spring, the summer and fall Oh darling why don't we paint these walls With my thoughts and ideas, imagination and fears Where we can reminisce our dreams as I soak into the veneer I could drip down the sides into the boards of the floor So you could lay upon me when your feet become sore We could place a hook for you to hang your shawl Once we have finsh painting these walls On these 4 canvases my personality will be stained Where our hopes and desires can forever remain Where curiosity will live as apathy dies If only you could see this vision through my eyes Forever we'll dance, ill make you the belle of the ball But first, my darling, we must paint these walls With rose tinted glasses i am content in bliss As you embrace my body and and place 1 last kiss Upon my temple, cold as ice Leaving a hole like in the hands of Christ In my chair I slump and to the floor I fall But darling, at least now I have painted these walls
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