Painted Picture Poem by Pure Remedy

A fresh canvass, a clean eraser, clean water in the can, clean brushes, and a sharpened pencil. Waitin to be in the picture while i'm sitting on this stool.

My lady do you have an idea of what to create?

Do you even know what our love can make?

Am i to stand in line and wait for my number to be called

Yet again another lost and just a new friendship

She likes to call me just to have me around, but i'm still not in the picture

Some phone calls she goes on tyrants of anger. Verbal subjects are thrown at me and reminders of the pain i have caused her, but i understand why she does this I do it to, to say hurtful thing because I need to vent. So no harm is taken, becuase I know she loves me.

After mid-night i wait till her day is done so we can experience dreams together, but i'm still not in the picture.

I hear a soft gently voice say 'Nena'. I looked up and it was the one i call love. So odd i didn't have to wait for my number to be called.

I walked into her room, and right then i noticed her work hanging on the wall. I'm not feeling timidated nor scared anymore since she has letted me in. As i'm walkin to the stool i look over my shoulder and see a smile, she is very happy to see me. We took our positions and it's so quiet you could hear a pen drop. She let's out a sigh and says 'we will be okay' and that's a feeling i want to feel someday. There's something she wants to tell me, I know it! , but i learned to not ask questions, but to just go with it.

From time to time i stand up and walk around then sit back down, but you know what, I just realized i'm not the one who sits on this stool.

So i stood up and called the next one in and i then stood behind her. She grabs a canvas she had already been workin on. Her brush is coded in the paint that then covers the pencil lines. She is bringing light to her masterpiece. At times she wants to give up, but i stand behind her and say:

Patience with light strokes will create flawless. My love choose your right colors so you stand out from others, and paint like there's no tomorrow. Right then and there her spirt was lifted, and that feelin there made me complete. I walked away and said to her i'm only a phone call away.

No i'm not in the picture, because she needed a teacher.


-Pure Remedy-


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