For The One Who Bought Me A Painting
He bought me a painting
He bought me a painting of a girl
Long blonde hair and
No face
Dancing
Twirling
Being twirled
By a man
He bought me a painting
And I left it in the box
The blue taunts me
I left it in the box
For days and more
Until I took it out
When I was ready
I took it out
And I set it on the floor
Propped face against the wall
When I was ready
He bought me a painting
That I finally turned around
Looking at me
From the floor in the corner
And it stayed there
Until I was ready
I moved it beside my bed
And it's the first thing I see when I wake
And when I sleep
And one day
I'll hang it up
And it will grace my wall
Because it's beautiful
Until I'm ready
It will stay by my bed
It sees me
I see him
He sees me
I see it
Until I'm ready
I look away
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