As you pick up the paintbrush
The music starts to play
Deafening the mundane cacophony
Enveloped in your made up world
A portal seen through your canvas

With each stroke of the brush
Colors starts to fly, fireworks in your mind
You sway to your own creativity
Couldn’t tell the difference,
Between you and a ballerina

The look on your face, filled with passion
Butterflies appeared out of nowhere
Carrying your emotions,
Flying in different directions
Filling the space within with life and glee

As you let go of the easel,
Ready to unveil your work of art
Smiling right at me, rays passing through
At that moment, I realized I wasn’t dreaming
There is indeed two masterpieces that I percieve

Cigarette smoke fills the air
Reddened eyes from all the crying
In bed complaining why life ain’t fair
A sip of beer while I’m slowly dying

Hold on they said, I scoffed
How original, can’t I be left alone to rot
The last piece of my happiness took off
In its departure a lot of pain was brought

I took another chug, but met with an empty bottle
There goes my last lifeline
Here comes the memories on full throttle
I hugged my pillow, ready to resign.

I began my journey,
Walking down on this lonesome road
Wandering for miles and miles
Til a car passed by and offered a ride

She greeted me with a welcoming smile
We talked a lot and exchanged stories
We had a lot in common,
And It made the journey more exciting

It was all smooth sailing
Had we not been unaware,
That the ride was going too fast
We had to make an abrupt stop

I'd hope that I could reach the end of my journey with her
But I guess from this point on
I’m walking alone,
but this time with a smile

Countless attempts all to waste
Perhaps its time to let go,
The string that leads to fate
Encounters that are all for show

Easily deceived by false promises
Gullible for that wanted attention
Infatuation blocking all my senses
Only to face the inevitable rejection

A tulip sowed onto the harsh ground
Awaits the weeds of the community
Suckling on its dew, defiling it all around
To live in this world, To face inhumanity

The miasma of lust and disownment
Suffocating and killing the tulip
Ravishing the flower to their heart's content
Cling to that small ray of light, oh tulip

Never let them hinder your growth
Soon you will be ready to bloom
And all those weeds you loathe
Will be brought to their doom

Would nicotine help me get over
The addiction I have for you
Would alcohol help me get over
The pain I felt when you left

All these vices right in front of me
Will these help me get over you
All these people around me
Will they help me get over you

The feelings and emotions
Always lead to me, ending up alone
The memories and special moments
Always lead to me, writing a poem