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Painted Skies

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By Malarie JohnsonPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Painted Skies
Photo by Jenna S on Unsplash

Oh how you paint my sky

Such colors of bright

Yellow shouts the loudest

amongst the clouds

She whispers sweet melodies

to my tired ears

Daffodils splash

behind my eyelids

As I remember past years

Yellow, such a warm welcome

when your feet are worn

and your soul is weary

Honey, trickles down the mountains

Mustering up a story of greatness

She reminds me of a time

when time wasn't of the essence

When the day when on forever

And laughter was abundant

The sky, bright with yellow hues

I bask in its glory

as I sing the saddest of blues

My voice echoes with indigo

as tears stream my face

Reminds me of a time

I had nowhere to go

and felt I was losing life's dreadful race

Cobalt flashes bring

Hopeless romantics

As I'm am damaged

Like the tattered edges

of your favorite shoes

I drift off into a sea of sadness

Rocking with the waves

of eternal madness

Until...

I scream to the top of my lungs

Whilst a blistering red beats

the deepest of drums

Like a fire in the belly of the earth

She rains down onto the dirt

Filling the rivers crimson

Angry at her own birth

Her lipstick is scarlet

With the most beautiful Garnet

On the most slender of fingers

Clutched around a bouquet of roses

Her dainty hands

touch her lover so softly

Silk sheets upon a

Mahogany bed,

Yet she can't escape the

dark thoughts

running rampant in her head

Everything falls to pieces,

her perfect life

slips through her perfect fingers

Indigo,

Scarlet,

Violet,

Her mind flashes colors violently

She pleads for the warm embrace

only amethyst can bring

She hears the soft tones

of a lilac symphony

in the distance

She dances in the lavender lights

Washing off all the colors of old

She is born again,

This time a blank canvas she holds

To paint splashes

Of her life

With the tenderest of strokes

To choose the pallet

And the story that is told

This time she will blend the colors,

A little better

Remember stories,

A little sweeter

And paint her sky,

A little brighter.

For she now holds the brush.

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