THE PAINTER

I'm the new love story painter..
life as sober as clear white paper..
somewhere i sense the advent of colour..
sight of hue caught me eager.

It filled my page all yellow..
life as sweet as marsh mellow..
a tiny smile n a gentle hello..
were the painter's colours of callow..

The time has come to paint it red..
the colour of love , heart above head..
lost in love, i often painted the wall instead..
my painting's done , i'm so obsessed..

Now the colour wants to go, i cant hold it tight..
i cry on my painting , its so wet n light..
a river of colour flows from left to right..
my painting's tampered, NO yellow NO red no WHITE..