It gets a little messy
But she's got her own style
It lies not in comfy patterns
But unknown shapes and designs
Covering desperation with depth
Memories paint a sentimental shade
Salty tears blend the background
She's got her own style
No matter how her arm may tire
She will pick up the paintbrush
And conceive her own rainbow
The pot of gold at her disposal
For her canvas was a gift
And paints a donation
Unwrapped with family
As friends ensure proper keeping
It gets a little messy
As she's only just begun
She's got her own style
And in that her impending beauty shines
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