Painted Story

March 5, 2009
Diligent work over a blank canvas
Read me like an open book
Forget my name, sign yours
You painted this story
Made color out of sand
Made trust out of jest
Something out of nothing
Silence is a brush only for so long
So tell me how you learned
To create such a masterpiece
Without taking a single class
You can't plagiarize talent
And you smile isn't guilty
Shadows grow long on the wall
Light burns red on the floor
Make color out of darkness
Make trust out of fear
Because you painted this story
Forget my name, sign yours

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