ARTIST
An artist all lonely at the end of the day
Sat in her room all alone to paint
She got out her brush and colored her canvas red
She wished on the star that soon she’d be dead
Her brush was a blade that made smooth strokes
Her paint was bright red and caused her to choke
Her throat was her canvas, big and wide
She wished on the star that could no longer hide
She feared being loved because in the end it was fake
She feared giving trust since she knew what’s at stake
All she wanted was peacefulness there as she laid
She dropped the blade and smiled, for it wouldn’t be long
Till she was finally free and for the last time she prayed
“Dear lord please forgive me for the sins I have made
Tell mommy I love her, I will soon fade.”
And with her last words she laid still on the bed
And envisioned the promise land bright in her head.
-Kaylynn Little
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
ARTIST
An artist all lonely at the end of the day
Sat in her room all alone to paint
She got out her brush and colored her canvas red
She wished on the star that soon she’d be dead
Her brush was a blade that made smooth strokes
Her paint was bright red and caused her to choke
Her throat was her canvas, big and wide
She wished on the star that could no longer hide
She feared being loved because in the end it was fake
She feared giving trust since she knew what’s at stake
All she wanted was peacefulness there as she laid
She dropped the blade and smiled, for it wouldn’t be long
Till she was finally free and for the last time she prayed
“Dear lord please forgive me for the sins I have made
Tell mommy I love her, I will soon fade.”
And with her last words she laid still on the bed
And envisioned the promise land bright in her head.
-Kaylynn Little
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