Painted Perfection
As a child
I saw the world
a painted perfection
with rainbows, flowers
and butterflies
seeing only bright colors
and living in sunshine
When the adult
grew into those eyes
I saw no perfection
only that which
painted the world gray
leaving the child inside
to die in the night
Copyright © Tiffanie Marks | Year Posted 2009
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