Paintings on the wall what do you expect,
Press pause, then play on every living effect.
I laugh at the wine glass as I tend to the cheese.
Looking in the mirror but I am not pleased.
Expecting to be rejected as I commit my sins,
Laugh and unattended to drink I begin.
Beautiful me how, how beautiful thou art,
In the art of a painting I fade in the dark.
How can this be my beauty so desirable,
I laugh at my heart which is so in denial.
Changing with wind I’m so admirable,
But little the laugh at, beauty so buyable.
Connect to the soul, so sure I am pure,
Beautiful me pressure I do endure.
Dull within the artist eyes,
Black and gray cloudy skies.

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