paint

delaneynichols

sunflowers

on her arms

a paintbrush, held so delicately

matches the tan color of her hair

cut into a bob.

 

rain, on a canvas

i reached out

like i could feel the water

tip tapping on my palms.

 

with each stroke she created

a new world, a pocket in time

she gave life to the paint

that sat in the container

i had given her

for her birthday.

 

her freckles were dots of brown paint

her words were covered in rainbows

 

then somebody painted over her.

  • Author: d.n (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2019 23:15
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 37
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