I'm stained.
Covered in red
This paint is hot and sticky.
The canvas is an olive tone.
The paintbrush is cold and unforgiving
But this paintbrush is here when everyone leaves
I'm in pain
My heart hurts.
This paint made the tears stop
The tears came back soon enough.
This pain is unrelenting and agonizing.
But I'd go back and go through this pain for you.
Don't you worry
It's just a little paint.
Sure it's homemade, sticky
The paint is free and entrances like magic.
You don't have to come back, I have my brush
Besides, darling you can't spell paint without pain.
-DJ LARSEN
YOU ARE READING
Darkness's Descending
PoesíaI wrote some poems and I'll try to publish at least once a week :) Don't take them please, I will find you and take credit. Should I attempt to publish this as a whole book when there's like 80 poems in it?
