As I stare at the clouds passing by I remember all the times you lied Your way of saying things and your sweet smile You could have painted me any color you wanted Blue to remember everything we've been through Red for things we left unsaid, Green for the things we've seen, But you left me undone on the canvas Like a terrible artist as I lay there with malice.
Special Note My sweet sweet friend libifumby34 made this beautiful cover for my poetry and I am so grateful♥️
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