Paintings - Poem by Faith Young
Painting all my dreams the color of your Smile.
Wishing all of your dreams would be about me.
But I know now, that your impossible to love,
And be loved.
But now it is so clear to me.
But I hate that, So just say it to my face.
And I'll probably believe it. But I can't shake your Smile
out of my head. So instead I'll still be in love you.
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