A colorful life,
something I’ve never known before,
only the shades of blue,
which can get repetitive after a while,
but one day I found you,
and you painted me wholly in yellow,
like the rising sun is
between palm trees in Montana Ave,
Santa Monica sunrise,

you’ve done so many things sweetie,

you replaced the wallpaper on my soul’s walls with a new one,
turning the landscape behind my window into an oil painting,
it’s because of you N.,
you brought new hues into my boring world,

and you know what?

I was wondering lately how would I look like if I were a painting done by you,
I’d probably be writing poetry on my sunbed,
and in the distance there would be the sun going to bed,
but I wouldn’t be gone by moonlight,
I’d maybe bathe in the cool water after dark,
so many places where I would possibly be,
and all those things I would do,

and it all thanks to you.