• Artist sits in her abstrakt room on her abstrakt chair
    Suspended in time on her abstrakt air
    You know
    That moment where thought and decision stand completely still
    Unable to budge to even the most headstrong of wills
    She listens to her heartbeat
    Opens her eyes
    And silently cries
    Unsure how to complete the incomplete portrait in front of her
    All it’ll take is one color to complete…
    Him.
    That man who caught her mind, heart and soul
    Who wielded her common sense with his seductive hold
    How foolish she had been to fall for him.
    She steps out of her thoughts and examines the hues
    Her abstrakt being had applied
    To the lips that once lit the fire in her heart
    And the hands that melted the innocence of her thighs
    From the take-me-now reds and get-away-from-me grays
    She remembers passionate nights and heartbreaking days
    From the you-lied-to-me oranges and the trust-in-me greens
    She feels the deep emotion that to others remain unseen
    From the heart-on-my-sleeve yellows to the hate-you-so blacks
    How a man could commit both sweet and violent acts
    Is beyond her…
    What was she missing?
    There were crimsons, vermilions, chartreuses, and pearls
    Painted in a myriad of simple lines and complex swirls
    And yet there was a color missing…
    Some shade that captured the sadness he caused her
    That she always saw in his eyes
    Because she was looking at herself.
    And then it hit her.
    The finishing touch, the metaphor of the pain she all too well knew
    And with her fingers she painted his eyes a rainwater blue.