Emotional Cubism
She once had a face where a face should have been,
Blue eyes with a beautiful grin,
And blonde tousled hair neath a broad working hat,
And her beautifully unblemished skin,
Till blue streaked down over both of her cheeks,
Till water stained both of her eyes,
Till all of her world turned onto itself,
And caught her off guard by surprise,
And her nose juxtaposed with a mix of a kiss,
Her chin became something in blue,
And both ears appeared on the side of her face,
In the shape of a weird looking shoe,
He made her someone she never looked like,
All her curves now technically straight,
He made her emotions become who she is,
With his cubism paint brush and paint.
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