Your thoughts are like paint dripping off a canvas Decorating the floor with your ideas The reds and blues A thousand hues But one color always seems to be missing.
The museum is filled to the brim with your art A rainbow of pain and love An ocean of wonder Every color you could come up with. All but one.
You paint the sky and the moon The stars and the forests You draw out the sunsets and silhouettes Youβve painted a galaxy. But you think itβs incomplete.
You are my favorite artist. I could stare at the pieces you create forever And hope that I could be the color you need. That one day, You could paint me pink.