geraldine l. loves you

Rookie (November 11 / New York City)

Paint A Picture,

As i lift up my brush,
i look at the bristels and touch.
It reminds me of your kind softness that touched my heart.

I looked at the paint, what should i paint today?
then i hear all the words you used to say.
Those words that made me cry, confused, or feel good.
then i looked at the colors and i thought in my head:

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