like an empty canvas
under the sheets of pain

her legs spread out before me
as her body once did

with looks of confusion
as her thoughts are almost their

she begins to paint her image
of the life she will have under the sun

as she taste and breath
her life has taken a turn

all I ever taught her
and once ever been, is  now gone

with twisted thoughts
her mind fly's away
with love gone bad

she stroke her thoughts softly
with a bit of nervousness

but her painting is now started

strokes of red
strokes of blue
strokes of black
strokes of new

how her canvas changes
as the years have gone by

and still the canvas is not complete
only a half painted picture

a painting of confusions at times
a painting of passion at times

but still no painting of love

so many beds
so many faces
so many dreams

will she ever finish
will she finish her painting

I know one day she'll have a beautiful life
I know she'll be a star