From A Naked Soul || A Collection

III

Maybe there is actually a reason
Why you were painted with such precision
With strokes so gentle
And yet colors touching soul.

Maybe you remind me of sunrise
When your eyes seem so alive,
Or maybe it was the sunset—
The kind of goodbye I saw at your death.

Oh, I guess it doesn't matter
Because those colors owned tears
Salty mixture of pain and anguish
Of silent hopes you'll see me in my dreams.

I'll paint you, still, years after years
With the same heart I did yesterday
I'll paint you, over and over again
As long as I remember yesterday.