My canvas is soaked
With blue and black.
Bruises are cloaked
With untrue facts.

It's covering the truth
Behind the portrait.
I have memories brewed,
Ones impossible to forget.

It takes time to recognize
That canvases can be replaced.
All we must do is pay a price,
And be ready to paint a new face.

You always have an opportunity
To become someone new.
Join the past in unity
But never let it hold onto you.

Be gray and add your own colors,
Don't let your mind do it against your will.
Hide the canvas from the brushes of others,
Take control and create your own thrill.

Take pride in what you make,
But don't look back.
It's easy to fake,
But that's what makes you lose track.

The things you've painted
Are no longer yours.
You have moved on and created
A brand new door.

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A/N:
This poem used to be Palm Tree but I replaced it with this new one :) Let me know what you think!