Our love was like art
I should have known,
From the start
It'd stop dead hearts

Punch a hole in a perfect picture
Pitcher the crimson, drink the literature
Ligature marks, upon canvas signature
Spinning yarn into acrylic,
activity extra-curricular

I should have known
From the start
Arterial demise makes spider veins
Drunk on you, but the cider drained.
Fire remains as the lighter flames
Burnt scroll of a promise, dire remains
We urned those ashes, that desire change
Two fighters framed
Forever forged in yesterday's...

Our love was art
I should have known, it would
Stop before it starts.
Where art thou
Passion LIES in stars
Mess, mur, eyes
Blurred to lies
Paralyse the prize
Shatter the gems in I
As I divide into shiny shards