Teach me how to paint a sky,

Shades of blue in the highest high.

Or the colors of the sun setting down,

Twilight that gives peace to the town.


Teach me how to paint an ocean,

Swaying waves and maintaining motion.

Reflecting the sunlight in glittering silvers,

Ushering cold breeze that gives us good shivers.


Teach me how to paint a forest,

Greenwood, I proffer to you my dearest.

With love and care, we will plant more trees,

Woods that will defend and will be our fortress.


Teach me how to paint a galaxy.

So that I could paint one for you.

I will use your eyes as my reference,

For it's a chance for me to stare at you.

We dug our own graves
with shiny silver teaspoon
stolen from the marble mansion,

Bloodstreams trickled at
the shrieks of the leaves
and scrutinizing glossy
pairs of almond.

We hammered our own caskets,
Tack tack tacked the night
with pebbles from the pavement
in the backyard and painted it
blue birds on the sides.

We played with the remains
of the past great literary lovers
and no one bid us warning
we would be ******.

The spoon, pebbles, and leaves
moved on its own will.

We cursed and got cursed and
yours lifted away in seconds but
mine lingered deep within.

If this is the punishment
for telling that I loved you,
I’m glad I didn’t mean it
that night when we said it.