Paint The Daisies Black

In a field of flowers, there's nothing coloured, it's simply bleak and white.
But there are people coming soon, with bucket and pastures of paints.
Ready to throw colours all over the fields, the beauties of reds and blues.

I want to go with them, bring my blind buckets
and view beauty with my blind eyes

I've my brushes and my smock, so ready, so ready.

Let's paint the daisies black.

comments: orrigionally written by the sweetest little dead girl...who hopefully isn't forgotten, hopefully she's still alive somewhere.

ThoseInterpreted ThoseInterpreted
13-15, F
Dec 12, 2012