You've got a heart of gold
And mine is cold and blue
But I paint it, to be just like you
I don't know if I want to be
Nor if I want to be you or me
But I paint me, to be just like you
And the acrylics I use, you can't see
Because they're invisible to some
But I paint my body, to be just like you
Sorry if I ever caused you trouble,
I never meant to break your bubble
But I can paint it again, to be just like you
Because I don't know if I love
Or admire you, but I know that art
Is painted, and so are you
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The Words of an Angsty Teen
PoetryI think I contemplate too much I'm fairly certain I need a drink To kiss, to feel another's touch - This is a poetry collection of an angsty teen. It's that and nothing else. Original, I know. Side note: this poetry collection doesn't promote depr...
