Goodbye my friend,
I'll see you soon.
We'll hug like we used to,
Under the moon

But if you were to say,
That we are done,
I'll be on my own,
*Under the sun

My brush, the sword.
My canvas, the enemy.

I unsheathe my sword and raise it to your throat,
I hold it there for too long, maybe to boast.
Then I swipe across your neck, leaving my mark,
I would feel guilty,
But nobody judges an artist in the park.

I see you across the room,
You look back at me and smile,
It probably means nothing,
But I love it for a while.

I wonder if you like me,
But then I wonder why you would,
If you were to say you like me,
You would hear my heart go thud.

I here from your friend you adore me,
So I bring flowers to your door,
And that's when your words **** me,
You say it is friendship... nothing more.

If I was sad, you were happy,
But if you were sad, then so was I.

I wish it turned out as I hoped,
But such fiction would be a **lullaby