torocci

the swirls and twirls 
that enchanted you once,
now seem to be just plain straight lines.
of the dreamy rainbow
that made you gasp,
the colors now to you are bland.

the price that you pay
for staring at it all day
made you disillusioned.

for the painting 
that then made you smile,
now won't even make you
draw a sigh.