I am a portrait, painted on the side of a bus,
You are a photograph snapped by a first camera,
He is a picture shared, tweeted and liked on Facebook.
She is a painting, pastels neons and black.
The world is a picture book, what will you see next?
My world is filled with abstract hearts, and broken souls.
I see the sun and the yellow school bus and winder who ever came up with the name yellow?
Now, today I see neon trees and bright blue seas.
Today is my last day, today I expire. So long fellow friend.
Have I found you, bright light emerging from the bellow of the hills?
Or is it the sun rise of my next morning, the morning I see god and his angels, the morning my new life begins?
You are a photograph snapped by a first camera,
He is a picture shared, tweeted and liked on Facebook.
She is a painting, pastels neons and black.
The world is a picture book, what will you see next?
My world is filled with abstract hearts, and broken souls.
I see the sun and the yellow school bus and winder who ever came up with the name yellow?
Now, today I see neon trees and bright blue seas.
Today is my last day, today I expire. So long fellow friend.
Have I found you, bright light emerging from the bellow of the hills?
Or is it the sun rise of my next morning, the morning I see god and his angels, the morning my new life begins?
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