The Unique Painter
Every day the girl goes for a walk,
Millions of people would stare,
Staring at the painting marks around her neck,
With raindrops running down her face,
Not a single person would care.
She goes for walks to go get freedom;
From when her husband likes to paint,
She dislikes all of her husband's artwork,
Her husband is unique though and doesn't like paint brushes,
He likes his art with finger painting techniques.
Co-workers at work believed her purple eyes was of tiredness,
Although she sleeps a lot more then an average bear,
She was to afraid to mention to anyone the truth,
Afraid she would get more paint on her neck again,
She thinks no one cares any ways.
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