Splashes of Hue, Vincent, and Me
they're not listening still
explore with me if you will
vibrant colors
that could kill
explode with me
into Vincent Van Goht's
insanity
where we shall see
the beautiful side
of Huemanity
paint my picture
grey, red, yellow, and blue
color me
like lovers sometimes do
and draw pictures
like Vincent once drew
surrendering shadows of me
suffocated by shades of you
splashes of Vincent
suddenly come into view
watch grey doves take flight
into this starry starry night
flying high with all of their might
among a cascade of red shooting stars
leaving behind purple scars
diving into the vivid blue rain
they pass through a lover's pain
stroll along a memory's lane
and crash into an artist's stain
where only hopes and dreams
and memories of Hue and Vincent
and me
remain
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