What I really want to say is...

I say I paint to relieve the pain,

Well I guess thats true,

But it still doesnt take away,

The memory of you.

You see,

I could paint for hours,

faces,

or flowers.

But each one would come out reminding me of you.

I remember the way you kissed my acrylic stained fingers,

I still cant get over your love that lingers,

But believe me when I say,

No more.

No more crying,

and no more watercolors.

And no more lying to eachother.

Because what I really want to say is...

I love you.

So when will you admit,

that you love me too.