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Other Dedications We are like a blank canvas
Awaiting our brush strokes
Until we are completed
Revealing our perfect masterpiece.
We will start with a layer
Of picturesque blue skies—
Foundations of a relationship
Based on friendship.
Next, add countless smudged clouds—
Little white lies smeared skillfully
Meant to cover up
All we are trying to hide.
Paint in a passionate orange sun,
Radiant attraction and chemistry,
Developing as we paint pictures
Of how we want to seem.
The multi-colored flowers depend
On the sun for their survival as
They stem up from sprinkled truths
Blooming among our lies.
The green grass sprouting
Represents intensifying feelings
Only trampled on
By my mistakes and anxiety.
Once white clouds grow ominous,
Illuminating shadows of gray will
Drown the flowers, flood the grass—
Showing my true colors.
We are like a blank canvas
Awaiting our brush strokes
Until we are completed
Revealing our flawed masterpiece.
