The blank pages before me
they burn my eyes with their impurity
And I drift into a zone so numbly
Far from truth, far from reality
I fall into the canvas
Before I take my first stroke
And add color to the mass
Of egg white missing its yolk
The brush flows like a river
Creating a rainbow of beauty
With flowers that quiver
Beneath the gentle sea
Of crispy winds and of rays
Of sunshine and heat
Painting these happy days
Brings me back to my seat
I snap into reality
Realizing my loverlorn state
And my mortality
But I could never hold a hate
So red and fiery for those meadows
For those saplings waiting to mature
Only no one will ever know
Of these sarced deities of nature
Not unless I give my arc-en-ciel
Give her my everything
I swear I'll give her my all
A bit of something, a bit of nothing
A little bit of all I have to give
I'll give her what I have
Hopefully for as long as we live
And I'll never have to ask
For her to give me her arc-en-ciel
Give me her everything
Or nothing at all
But I already have something
But I can be patient and I can wait
Because I love her with all of my heart
And hopefully this is our fate
In her arc-en-ciel, I want to play a part
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