Pick up a brush,
and paint the memories of your youth,
in a kaleidoscope of colors
paint it red,
like the color of your first love,
paint it yellow,
like sunflowers in a field
that's where you belong,
paint it green,
like a tree to breathe you oxygen,
wild hearts beating, so free,
paint it blue,
like the color of the sky,
you were under the day you laughed till you cried,
paint it indigo,
like the color of your dress on the dance floor,
paint it violet,
like the sunsets you want to see over again,
do not let a drop of black dim it,
be a work of art,
be unforgettable,
never let your laughter become a ghost,
though your mind grows wiser,
tame your heart to cherish these memories of youth,
forever and always
-because once you let go of what you used to be, you can never get it back
YOU ARE READING
Raconteur
PoésieThere are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter. This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully...
