Sudden Flush 11.03.13

This tea has long gone cold.
And so have my hands,
I've been standing outside of late,
painting in my mind,
or so I'm told.

Be that as it may,
I've lost my colours,
They're scrambled on the floor.
How can I reach with hands, cold?
Victim again to sudden flush..

Don't be fooled by what I say,
I'm not a fortress of steel.
Those are just the wheels that carry me,
I've kept secret what lies within,
not many deserve to know.