I Saw Her Painting Something

As the sun first made contingence with the sky
The bright white dove did fly
Hopelessness died
I saw her standing in the window painting something
I didn't mean to pry
The brackish dye had taken from it
Her prismatic dress
You could say that it was grand at it's best
The jeremiad mindset didn't exist or digressed
Her distress placed plain upon an easel
Decorative tears
From unrequited love and evil
An unremitting sequel
Screamed loud via brushes of paint
Can't be expressed another way
Oh what a gaudy display
A dossier of every pain she used to feel
Abashed by the past
But at the moment had been healed
Jubilant colors in careless strokes and disarray
A creative outlet
No better way to cope with pain