Three years ago today,
you asked me to be your girl.
To take your hand and disappear to a far away land.
For a year I felt mad love for you.
The second year had its ups and downs.
Then there were the real downs.
You cheated on me.
My fairy-tale turned into a nightmare.
My prince charming into a monsterous demon.
and now, on this day, I'm reminded of all the time I put into this.
Every inch of my love went to you over two years just to be cheated on while working towards the third.
I thought our love could get through everything,
I'm scared it's not strong enough for this.
Because it's only love coming from one of us now, my heart is cold.
Love is not beating through my veins.
Sadly, March 28th is now just a normal day for me.

beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display

Never look in
to the mirror
in the morning,
you,ll turn to stone,
its not a pretty
sight the face
that is yet to awaken,
with that face distorting YAWN.....