My Brush
don’t go
Not until after the show
Stay and wait…with me
See what I have to say
And ill say it with my body
A dark canvas
Of paint and blood
You’re my brush
Soft to the touch
My only crutch
You’re my brush
So as you stroke up and down this canvas
Do me a favor
Brush away my pain
Memories cannot sustain me
Life is nothing more but memories
now
You paint so softly and you tell me
Remember the good times don’t forget the bad
Put on a smile it’ll block out your troubles
Be my little girl forever
But you’re my brush
Dipped in all my favorite colors
Of worldly knowledge
And I wont flinch to mess your picture up now
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