The Painting
Let’s paint our tales of that was that
In vibrant colors from our hat
The wonders of the once was you
Is now the subject of their chat
So fickled is their point of view
It hardly matters if it’s true
Let’s splash on colors just to see
Perhaps we’ll paint a someone new
Each brush strokes a new fantasy
Of how they dreamed our lives might be
And each detail a new display
Of someone wishing they were me
What wonders we did paint that day
When clarity was brushed away
And shades of mud where colors bright
This memory of foolish play
Is this the slosh of my delight
Is the dreams I had at night
Was all we did this blot of shame
When did I learn to lose my sight
But in the shadows far from blame
A canvas waits for us to claim
And paint a truth upon this mat
Our next mistake won’t be the same
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