|Wintertime Blues (standard:poetry, 111 words)|
|Author: Reid Laurence||Added: Mar 01 2010||Views/Reads: 1554/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A poem about an artist who paints to try to remain happy but can't quite make it happen.|
I can paint the day away But all these colors tend to grey I cannot rule my sun to shine But rule it does; on me, on mine I only wish that charge I had Of my time here Through err and then I wake again To find I had But never knew the paint was mad I never knew, the paint was mad I never knew you anyone And least I knew myself as one And tried to beat the starting gun And wish it were that otherwise I knew I lived but must surmise I know but one Does not deny She knows my end And does not lie Tweet
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