witchtopia

How would you paint me? Would you sing for me while you mix your colors? Or would you paint a blue guitar in my mind that plays a soft, sad song? Would you push hard on the canvas, like a voodoo doll, to make me feel? What color would me sky be? Gray thunderclouds? Or a bright sunrise that will turn my skin to gold and warm me? Would you let the brush slide gently over my closed eyelids? If you paint them open, you will turn to stone, then I will never be complete. Paint me classic with a red dress that has no sleeves so everyone will know that I have nothing to hide. Paint my history on my feet so that I know where I have been and