Faded Painting
Faded Painting
From the moment that first we met,
I dipped my brushes to keep them wet.
I filled a large canvas with you and me.
I created the painting I wanted to see.
But I didn't paint a clear sky of blue.
Not even when our love was new.
I couldn't fill in a calm turquoise sea
Because we were living in a fantasy.
I wanted to think our love was real
But there was something I could feel.
Something wrong that I could sense,
So upon my canvas I painted a fence.
Each of us stood on an opposite side.
We knew we had something to hide.
I confessed my secret before too long.
You remained silent; that was wrong.
The fence grew much taller after we wed.
I painted a broken heart in deepest red.
Stained by tears, was my canvas of sorrows.
Smeared like my dreams of our tomorrows.
One day I painted us out of the scene.
Fairytale ended with strokes of dark green.
An abstract of colors I hurled at my art.
Palette in one hand; in the other my heart.
My life is shadowed. I am void of all feeling.
The canvas is stored, now cracked and peeling.
A faded painting in memory of you and me.
A canvas of a love that became a travesty.
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