The Painter

By: Violet Blues

If I were a painter

I would paint cities by the sea

Of lovers holding hands

Of elders having tea

If I were a painter

I would hang my paintings

Across the sky

And children would be delighted

As they watched clouds roll by

But this would not matter-

If you do not see the meaning behind the stroke-

The love I hold inside

The heart that almost broke

But I would mix the fairest colors

And then paint a place

Where you loved me with a passion

Where I could see your face

And of all the wonderful things

I would only want one

Only to have that heart

So cold and so undone.

But I am not a painter

So I cannot paint what could never be

And I could not love

Those cities by the sea.