Molded Color

January 11, 2011
A blank sheet of paper
A rainbow of crayons
My hand searches for the red
Strokes of color create a heart
My soul painted
Bight beautiful against the plain white sheet
But if you look closely
It is distorted
Endless tries only show human nature's lack of perfection
The outline proves
My heart is wrong
Can anything any one pull out its beauty
A different color cannot hide
The truth
Shading only masks
Hopeless I give up
Turning away I see a light
A stencil
Clear perfection shown
Guiding me shaping my every move
A help towards a beautiful heart

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