Brush on one hand
Paint in the other
Poured a tint of green
Unto a pint of white.
I wanted more green.
You said stop
But it was too late
I already poured myself in
There was no turning back.
I wanted more green.
Instead, I got mint
Cold, cold minty hue
Now, I had to make do
With whatever green is left.
I wanted more green.
Green, green growth
And the best of my youth.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
Brush on one hand
Paint in the other
Poured a tint of green
Unto a pint of white.
I wanted more green.
You said stop
But it was too late
I already poured myself in
There was no turning back.
I wanted more green.
Instead, I got mint
Cold, cold minty hue
Now, I had to make do
With whatever green is left.
I wanted more green.
Green, green growth
And the best of my youth.
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