A Mess of Color

by Surreal as Sunlight

And I'd like to think
that we all started with clean slates
like a blank canvas
waiting to be slathered with paints

and slowly somehow
I became a mess of color
Primary turned to secondary
the hues just keep turning duller

Just dripping down the road
Dripping down the road

only Pollock would be able to understand
a collage of color like this
but he wouldn't know
that it was you who slathered the red all over when we kissed

And the dark lonely nights
that dressed me up in black
to lurk the in the shadows
trying not to be noticed behind your back

Mudslides of maroon
Falling way too soon

and much like any of Jackonson's
The canvas would be impossible to recognize
Impossible to understand
with just once glance

Take a closer look

You might see something that no one else has seen before.