I imagine a life
With no more harsh words that irritate the skin.
No more settlements to end with a knife.
In a game of hate, no one wins.
In this painting I am dreaming,
Each stroke giving meaning.
Beauty through each mixed running hue,
Till finally I found the part that is you.
A beautiful work of art,
Caught by the eyes of few.
Eyes clasping and never finding thought to part,
But only if the world knew..
A gentle touch to add a blush,
Softly dabbing with life's brush.
Painting a picture for my eyes to see,
Painting life's picture of who I'm going to be.
Some pink to add life to the nights,
A tad of orange for the sunlit days.
Some blue for after our fights,
A little green to make up in special ways.
There are those mistakes,
Most people in your life are fakes.
But its the flaws in a work of the heart,
That makes everything beautiful, pulls together what was apart.
In the end as you set down your brush,
You look at your painting but was it what you had in mind?
Every detail drawn out and paint with great lush,
But in the end, you'll always feel it wasn't enough, there's always more to find...