An empty canvas
An innocent start
of soft colour
But then the violent strokes
of a deep blood scarlet
Quickly, we paint
happy colours
to hide scars
But we never forget
what lies under
the happy colours
An empty canvas
An innocent start
of soft colour
But then the violent strokes
of a deep blood scarlet
Quickly, we paint
happy colours
to hide scars
But we never forget
what lies under
the happy colours