The canvas now shows the resembled memory
You’ll find yourself smiling on the oil painting
Two can smile along with pure feeling, can’t they?
I love this amusement your ignorance creates
I photographed that dead tree
From my distorted perspective of perfection
Why can’t your eyes perceive the beauty it held onto?
I hold the image in-between my fingertips
Just to bring it back to life once more
Perhaps I’ve chosen the wrong time to smile
But the tears in your eyes made me remember
The beautiful sunset only your eyes could admire
Your world is an abstract, my world is gray
You don’t understand, our lives might be alike
But we could never be the same…
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