Draw me as a beautiful, ugly mess
Color me as I stare far away, abiding in my cluelessness
Shade me with granite and ink blacker than the darkness
Reflect my heart, my soul, with pretty paints and newness
Slow and skillful strokes of the brush as you press
Make me into the perfect likeness
Of the man you want me to be and nothing less
As that is what you deserve, but I can not give I guess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written, but heed allowing someone to paint over a picture already there seldom works a the old one will eventually show through.