When the Paint Dries
Nathaniel Pettey
Whisper your song
Two truths and a lie
You're a sight for the soarest eyes
One must consider this a work of art and a collection
as an artist, I‘ll start.
In the company of clouds
As our star shares light
Bitter the cold, master your high
One must consider what’s been done
Or stand to lose a mother to her Sun
Waltzing in the blues ever deep
The brush sinks as you drift back to sleep
Do you consider this a work of art? If it's a collection
You, the artist must start
