As A Painter

I would paint the skies so high for thee,
The lovely flights of fragile feathers
Clouds that sigh in its lonely plead
for we are too, part of the drained and the careless.

I would paint the lights so blinding for thee,
The sun, the moon or the stars,
Just to get rid of the darkness you see,
So you can now take off that black weary mask.

I would paint the sea so vast for thee,
For the reflection of your cold
Cold heart will cease quickly;
The flow of my sorrow you’ll finally hold.

I would paint the trees so grand for thee,
The taste of the bittersweet fruits and romance,
And the touch of the emerald blades cuts painfully.
But you’ll see it is to forget the past, as it cures; as it cleanse.

I would paint our love so real for me,
This love; strokes of trust, no façade,
Only words that speak truthfully,
No presence of mourning or miserable masquerades.

Just to be with you, I’ll leave my life as a painter,
Sacrificial of my dearest memory,
I will destroy them all. It was inevitable, sooner or later
I would go. By your enchanting allure,
I would climb in this painting to be with you, in my sweet, everlasting reverie.

Merissa Tee
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