You handed me a paint brush
Told me to paint you a picture
an hour later you came back
you asked "where's the color, the magic
the creativity." I said "art is whats in your
heart and mind. I've been searching
and searching but that picture you want
of roses, sky's, beauty and majesty,
its become really complicated to find.

You then gave me pen and notebook.
Told me write you a story. I told you a tale
of a knife, and a death. You then asked,
"why is this tale so ******, scary and
gory." I erased it all and tried again. I
wrote a love story. Quite the opposite
of Romeo and Juliet.I wrote the first
chapter, and everything there after
led to a happily ever after.

Then you gave me a guitar, and told
me to play you a song. I played a song
about a lonely heart and a girl who was
falling apart. You told me, "NO NO your
going about this all wrong!!." So sure
enough I  started playing the ultimate
love song. Surely I'll just play along.

But truth be told, the outlet was
unplugged, the ink ran dry and I spilled
the paint on the floor. Everything I
painted, wrote and sang for you, was
only from a girl that I once upon a time
knew. But she has seemed to cut the
ties that bind her together. Sprinkled
the ashes, till they blew away like a
feather. She watched in silence, from
a distance. The wind kept blowing,
the days passing, and thought well
maybe of these passing days, everything
is better off this way.