Drying Paint

At once, as the memories unfold
How many shades will you hold?
Into the eyes ravished with truth
Heart murmuring unshaken trust
I lost me

Between beige and porcelain
In the warmth of ivory skin
with everything of our journey
As your tone surface
I lost me

With wrappers and ribbons
Canvas white, untouched
Textures and tones done
Into the shades of black
I lost me

Watching the paint dry
Hardened bristles of thoughts
Forever making the skin of my brush
I knew at once
I lost me

~Ponnz

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