I stole the colours from the sun and painted it on my skin
They glow warm, incandescent

I stole the red from roses and painted my lips,
As I smiled, and painted others with these colours too

But the colour of my heart is blue

I sit crestfallen as I paint over it again and again
But the colours never retain
And it remains a night sky blue

I wait for healing to come, the sunlight to reach inside
But I've laid such solid stones around the threshold of my heart now, the empty places so well hidden

Light but does not know from where to enter