Why must it hurt?
Why does She feel like this?
Like water used to clean brushes
Like rag used to dry bristles
She painted this man
With perfect eyes and perfect hair
Who does no wrong and breathes perfect air
He sees no evil and hears no one
And stays loyal only to Her under the sun
But when the moon rises
And She disappears
The man sweeps away with the wind
To his heart's desire and She acts like she doesn't hear
Now the day is windy and She sees
The man she painted has found love and no longer shows loyalty
She knew deep in her heart that it was true
But the woman still loved the man She painted to Blue.
-Zee.
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