Seems like these days I can't rhyme
Either I haven't got the inspiration
Or I haven't got the time
I'm just left with this exasperation

Words are my canvas
The pictures are my emotions
The things I can't express on this campus
The things I feel from new relationships and failed devotions

I can paint you the face of the most beautiful girl
But only if she has captured my heart
That naïve restless thing with the standards of an earl
More illusive than the legendary white Hart

I can paint you a dark hopeless universe
But only if it has already consumed me
You will see every missing star, the bleakness in every verse
The world from which i struggle to be free

My color palette is my diction
My model, my life
Writing is my addiction
To deal with my love and strife.