**inspired by "We're OK" by the Rescues and "Weeping Woman" by Picasso. Please keep this in mind while reading the poem. Below is the painting and the song. **
She streaked the indigo sadness through her hair
with every brush-stroke,
leaving a single strand
drenched in the crimson
of the heartbeats from a distant day.
The loved. The remnant. The triangular path through her face.
Go home, go home.
She watched it all burn down.
But she's got to start a riot.
Got to start a war against the
silver cracks in her facade.
She'll burn the cologne-filled trench coat
lying on the suede love seat.
Desert sand, weighing her down.
Agony.
Paint the house green.
Rebirth, rebirth.
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