I wanna paint you 
like one of my French poems
With words I'll create for you a *** scene
From Je T'Aime
To Le petit mort
Starting to feel 
Used and abused
Done to death like a *****
The dark side of something beautiful
The holy ghosts that rise 
and infest the soul
With inspiration to avenge the dead
You stood there naked
And wanted nothing more
Than to ravage my skin
With your defense mechanisms
I'm your own little release
For the sake of art

Diamond
in 
the
rough
me 
up
buttercup