Paint=Her Life


The deep shades of blue, The fiery passion of red.
The flaming colors of orange...All intertwined into her life.
The deep blue like the ocean, she's drowning in.
The passion of red, like the passion of her heart,
the bleeding of her heart dripping of the easel.

The flaming colors of orange; mixes with the intensity of red,
as the scars dry over.
Her life just dripping off the easel onto the floor,
making a colorful puddle of memories all mixed together.
She painted her life.

The yellow she throws in with the orange, is like a burnt sun;
like she's been burnt before.
The grays and blacks, like the shadows, reminding her of her darkest nights; her darkest fears.
As she paints the swirls, mixing the colors. Her life is shown on the easel.
Dripping with compassion, dripping with fire,
driven with sadness and longing...

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