Finger painting

got your outsides covered 

by former lovers 

just when you thought 

there was nowhere to hide 

I pick up my brush 

I paint your insides 

I’ve got more than 

eight million colors 

most can’t be seen 

they’re felt all over 

I make you cry 

tears of delight 

just you now wait 

for the rollers 

painting your insides 

in a rainbow 

painting your insides 

with a hint of a shadow 

dipping my brushes 

and my other tools 

a straight line blurs 

into a thousand words