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Colors


Can you see through what I try so hard to cover up Do my colors hide my original shade Not so much shade just blank my slate was clean So pure at once to be so tainted with blues Red yellows oranges and greens all of these to prevent you from seeing Who I am but Who am I because it's so obvious I don't know that being said add more color to my canvas with another brush stroke
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