She loves to paint the walls,
Every stroke,Every colour painting right through her heart
Her hands so flawless,striking the wall creating a dream
Her colours reminded her of what she had lost
Her strokes reminded her of what she had won
The paint that dripped reminded her of the tears that she had shed
She painted her life,taking her mind through the memories
Her paints got mixed,like her life threads that were tangled
Different smells reminding her of home
Different colours bringing her a new life
Different brushes bringing her new choices
She painted like her life depended on it,
Like every stroke brought her closer to death,
She spilled out her thoughts on the wall,
Creating a painting,
A new world
Her world
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