I Paint My Life Blue

Here's a little something I've been working on recently. It's short and sweet. Enjoy!

I paint my life blue,

But the red is still seeping through.

Spiteful freaks and forgotten leaks

Are constantly drowning my mind.

A facade, or perhaps a mirage

Of opal optimism

Desperately attempts to blanket

Periwinkle pessimism.

In the deafening silence of night,

A masquerade unfolds.

In her scarlet dress, the damsel in distress

Does not appear to need saving at all.

Reviews

[Vito]

This piece has a nice easy flow and is a pleasure to read.