A Badly Drawn Girl

Looking in the mirror,what do I see?
A badly drawn girl, no colour, no life.
So pasty and white, life has taken its toll.
More of a scribble than a perfect picture.

My soul filled with gasoline, not
looking for that perfect match
to help me ignite.
My heart in a tinderbox,
locked down tight.

It,s not as easy as drawing a straight line.
Can,t let go, noway, nohow.
It,s bin a long time now and am still not right.
No colour me in when I feel black and white.

More of a smudge than a true colour.
No last love that always caught my good side.
Learning to wear my scars with pride.
Standing here make-up in hand, who am I kidding.
Painting on the tears of a clown.

It,s the luck of the draw but,
don,t look at me, am just so
badly drawn, you see.
Who would want to paint me now.
A mean look what you have done
with your palette and knife.

So come my sweet artist and let life run free.
Bring it to life remembering "us".
Come colour me in with, your palette of life.