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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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