As my life matures I have never seen 

The whole world for what it is. 

This blank canvass I paint

 Becomes wider each day,

With each step, each breath I take. 

Now as I look into your eyes

My border for this mural doubled, 

Yearning for your art to spill into mine. 

These sploshes of green manifesting as they dry

Hardened to see themselvess a whole

But half of one color, 

And two of another. 

The splatters of crimson paralel 

The page with their intolerant foward focus. 

Their lies from the brush, 

Scared to see the actuality

Together this crimson and green 

Spspread the color of brown, 

A hatred acacross my Mureil 

Killing all beauty within. 

Disintegrating  the stitching 

Between my loves and mine.

As her colors fade to white

I begin hers a new

Although not hers

A blackened paradise

A rainy heaven. 

A lost memory. 

With my black paintbrush 

I spread to all others. 

Wanting to show

Her pice of art gone, 

Theirs will be too. 

With each stroke 

Each toss of the bucket

I see less. 

More black 

More hate

But never again will it be brown

For black beats brown.