All About Crystal
She painted colors of the sea within his eyes
A personal aurora borealis,
With wings she floated in the dream
A dream she fell in love with.
Her colors splashed across the page
Emotions she would reveal,
Starting bright and warm
In contrast to how she'd feel.
Her brush tips moist with red
Lines of orange, yellow, green,
A field of sunshine in her midst
So gentle, calm, serene.
Little did she know the painting wasn't right
Her tears mashed the colors into blue,
Streaks of purple-black fell off the canvas
That held the memory of you.
Anguish washed her art anew
Dripping colors now and then,
Refusing any memories
To someday paint again.
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