Monday, October 10, 2011

Wet Paint

I stumbled into something new
I, unaware of what to do.
A new mistake I'm sure to make
Another mask, new hand to take.
Attempt to reach it
I dare not.


I clearly haven't learned


Upon the floor.
A painters brush.
No worries now.
It's not a crush.
A stroke of truth
The color black
A dry brushed white
To show the cracks.
I aim to high.


Stained ambitions
No more precautions.
Reckless impatience.
Paint didn't settle.
Mixed emotions.
Colors blended by accident.


Painted the wrong picture.
No longer a work of art.
But a crime of passion.

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