"I had this pretty painting
Filled it with her smile & roses,
Thought I could read her like a story book
I was wrong to imagine it wasn’t real
,
All her story’s laughs & giggles filled my painting with beauty,
She was all in my head did think that she didn’t feel what she said,
My painting became dark & gloomy
I was alone after I shared my thoughts,
Couldn’t control my brush so angry,
for expressing my empty thought,
I wasn’t in love with her at all,
She was afraid to let me in so was I
being to protective of my walls
,
But I can’t lie I’d smile every time she would smile,
That’s all I wanted in my painting
I started my painting with her happy thoughts her lyrics her smile,
But she couldn’t see me beautiful as the moon & stars at night,
She couldn’t see pass the broken heart that she carries,
She couldn’t see me,
She made me feel nothing,
So I walked away
packed my brushes and paints
,
Stood up to see if she would hold me down & say what would calm me down,
I needed a friend in this world to see the beauty in me,
But she didn’t say a word
So I walked away,
with my beautiful honest clear painting,
Smiling for I knew she we’ll find her own other & be happy,
My beautiful glorious painting,
I’m burning the painting now.."