Paint my face
in splatter paint
and shade
the dark away
and underline
under my eyes
where the shadows fix
and trap and hide
any glimpse of light
in a splatter painting,
life's a messy painting
waiting to dry,
waiting to focus
set me on the window
and go
I never knew
a girl like you
would teach me to grow
oh how to pray,
lord what to say
they walk away
when I feel this way
when I take the paint
cover my face
and wrists and fingerprints
and call myself by his name;
Do you remember,
we met once
do you think they saw,
the rug cut up
Monday, March 22, 2010
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