Light brushstrokes across my canvasA single one nothing, together a place
Within the sea of deep greens and purples
A hint of gold surrounding your face.
Even Renoir in his greatest endeavors
Could never conjure an image as sweet
As the one I sketch on a blank pillow
The nights I find you invading my sleep.
A few more touches, I'm almost done
Today I paint you with a solemn look
The one you wore when I spoke of 'us',
The chill of your eyes. I understood.
All done. I hang you on the wall.
Top row, towards the left corner
Belonging there, looking different all
Random repetition, created in order.
Hundreds of your colorful stills.
I pick up a new canvas, start anew
I'll paint something different, really I will...
Or perhaps you again, in a new shade of blue.
~Y.I.P
this is beautiful.
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