An Accident Poem by King Happy

An Accident



Somewhere along the lines
of a picture made
for two
the colors run
together, and
the artist
starts anew.

So take this foolish
picture,
frame it
on a wall, throw it
in a shredder,
watch the pieces
fall.

Just do not
forget
that

somewhere along the lines
of a picture made
for two
the colors ran
together, and
I fell in love
with you.

Friday, September 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and art
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