The artist picked his inspiration.
The artist found his muse.
He fell in love with her,
But his love was refused.
Until he painted a picture so beautiful
She shed the tears of love.
He need speak no words
Through the painting she would blush.
She was a permanent solution
To a problem many artists face.
He had a troubled life,
And she put him in his place.
Their love was natural,
Their love was pure.
She too had a disease,
But he was the cure.
She would stare into his hazel eyes,
While he stared back into her blues.
It wasn't but three months,
Before they said “I do”.
The touch of her lips
Felt like heaven in his hands,
They would lock lips
For hours on end.
Her hands brought comfort,
Her smile brought joy.
She was so desirable
She was like Helen of troy.
Once dark paintings he made,
Now make the saddest person smile.
He developed a sense of positivity
It became his well known style.
But life is not a happy story,
It has no happy end,
Misery accompanies joy,
They're like two best friends.
The love was still there,
But only in his brain.
She wanted out,
No matter the pain.
She packed up and left,
Leaving nothing behind.
While he went out for flowers
To bring back to his lovely wife.
No note was written,
No trace of where she'd gone.
He waited for days,
Wondering what he did wrong.
They say real men cry,
So he must be the manliest of men
He felt his heart break,
And his brain snap from its stem.
He trashed his house,
He trashed his paintings.
He punched the walls
And his body began shaking.
He stabbed his work
He screamed to the sky
He fell to his knees
And began to cry.
From that day forward
He remarried to *****
He was never a winner,
He was always meant to lose.
Once a popular painter
Because of his happy work,
Now only paints sadness
Like he did before he found her.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
The artist picked his inspiration.
The artist found his muse.
He fell in love with her,
But his love was refused.
Until he painted a picture so beautiful
She shed the tears of love.
He need speak no words
Through the painting she would blush.
She was a permanent solution
To a problem many artists face.
He had a troubled life,
And she put him in his place.
Their love was natural,
Their love was pure.
She too had a disease,
But he was the cure.
She would stare into his hazel eyes,
While he stared back into her blues.
It wasn't but three months,
Before they said “I do”.
The touch of her lips
Felt like heaven in his hands,
They would lock lips
For hours on end.
Her hands brought comfort,
Her smile brought joy.
She was so desirable
She was like Helen of troy.
Once dark paintings he made,
Now make the saddest person smile.
He developed a sense of positivity
It became his well known style.
But life is not a happy story,
It has no happy end,
Misery accompanies joy,
They're like two best friends.
The love was still there,
But only in his brain.
She wanted out,
No matter the pain.
She packed up and left,
Leaving nothing behind.
While he went out for flowers
To bring back to his lovely wife.
No note was written,
No trace of where she'd gone.
He waited for days,
Wondering what he did wrong.
They say real men cry,
So he must be the manliest of men
He felt his heart break,
And his brain snap from its stem.
He trashed his house,
He trashed his paintings.
He punched the walls
And his body began shaking.
He stabbed his work
He screamed to the sky
He fell to his knees
And began to cry.
From that day forward
He remarried to *****
He was never a winner,
He was always meant to lose.
Once a popular painter
Because of his happy work,
Now only paints sadness
Like he did before he found her.
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