Picasso

I think people don't understand me, because there is nothing to understand.
I'm a blank canvas,
Lying on an easel
Waiting to be painted on
By my creator

I want bright hues
And night skies
And red passion
And blue winds
And a marigold sun
Just like out the crayon box

Scribble all over me

Completely

Decorate me in a ridiculous array

Marry me

My beautiful canvas

Mark it "NFS"- not for sale

And keep me forever

Drown in these cans of paint
And live with me forever

Deep into the darkness where everything is black

Because its painted with every single shade
Of love