My life's a work of art


No boundaries keep color and love apart




Is it my style; is it my paint

Or is it just me that you hate

Maybe its cause your page is blank
Your not going anywheres at this rate









My page is colors over a hundred names




The edges are torn yet a fading memory remains



Of colors brightly hued


The place where your name is full-toned blue



The color I chose to replace you





As for me...I am a kaleidoscopic piece of art








I have no motif, no particular subject




Its the artists I can stand

Its them I reject


I'll be the artist and God as my witness




The paint brush in my hand is my only ___









Rich stokes convey volumes of what I can't say



My bright side says I'm okay

But turn me over and look closer
And see that its not that way







Shallow spectators come and say

Its a collage of many paints, ugly and meaningless



I am waiting waiting for you to come




And appreciate the beauty






Behind a hundred names,

Ahundred places,


A hundred ways of communicating and say










Her page is colors over a hundred names




The edges are torn yet a fading memory remains



Of colors brightly hued


The place where his name is full-toned blue



The color she chose to replace you





As for her...she's a kaleidoscopic piece of art