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02-16-04, 05:52 AM | #1 | ||
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I paint a picture of my life. .
IP:
Some might call me Picasso with a pen instead of a paintbrush. .
I paint a picture of my expericences as my tears rush. . In my hand I hold my pen with a tip that's sharp as a nail. . I paint a picture of my life with blood, tears and betrayal. . First, a dab of a dark green for jealousy and greed. . Mix in some blue, for the sadness that envelops me. . Perhaps some red mixed with black, to create a broken heart. . Cause from the start I was never wanted in the first instance. . But with persistance, I struggle to move and groove on. . I keep on, paintin' it all with words. . Creatin' my own shade. . I paint the ropes of hope in my life.. Tattered and frayed. . Stir in some jade laced with a touch of gray. . To symbolize everyday spent in envy and decay. . But which way. . Do I go next, I'm not done yet, I splurge the paint and hold my breath. . What have I created? What is the color to which I have given breath? I painted my life, and came out with the color of death. . I paint a picture of my life. . It's the start of the end. . But the beauty of life's canvas is. . You can paint over it and begin to start again. . Something short. . Leave links. pz |
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