Colors
I've learned that The Artist can paint with watercolors
I like it
The acrylic strike is over
You have a Crayola watercolor kit
I have one too
Maybe I should stop drawing
And start painting you
In the works
But there's no perks
Of being a wallflower here
When you drew and painted over the cinderblock
I forgot my watercolors and I shed a tear
Fill the holes with more cement
We were never really close
To mix the brushes and get intimate
Blue meets yellow and makes green
Blue and red makes purple
You can paint a perfect square
I forgot how to draw a circle
09/30/15
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