Brightness leaks through my door,
all the colours of the rainbow you abhor.
As the rain falls, and my painting begins to run,
you pass me a paintbrush and say "Start where you began."
Without you my painting would be grey,
you put the most magical colours into my day.
Sometimes in life I feel insecure, small and unsure,
but then brightness has a habit of leaking through my door.
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