happy accidents

i want to paint other people now,

i want to sing songs about someone else now.

you’re in every damn photo i take,

i don’t want to camouflage you into anything i make,

for a change.

but just by writing this, you know i can’t.

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So this reminded of the pieces I used to write when I was just starting out, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or bad. Probably the former, even though it’s a little abrupt.

this