goodwill painting

it's funny how I've always let myself be painted | crystalline and pure and loud laughter and all the good | things feel so right together | color me in the lines | rose cheeks and polka dot smile downed | i am the fantasy and you are the recollection | so loud and yet no-one hears me at all | crystalline and pure and good | undertones violet red and mahogany bled through my patterned dress | lined drawing already filled but repainted repainted anyway