I never let anyone touch my heart.
But I let you dig in hard.
Your hands grabbed to paint my heart.
My heart's your painting; it's every part.
Painting it with hope ,life and colour.
You painted it with love so subtle.
The Reds ,blacks and blues still speak.
They talk to me as they fade to leak .
Weren't we happy? But what happened then?
There were life's unpleasant winds all of a sudden.
The water needed by the water colours.
The wind's ****
Spill the water in the mug.
The water hated by my life's colours.
Spilling straight on the painting of yours.
Spoiling straight the glee of ours.
The dull water made the painting dull.
The dull wind's made my heart dull.
You had to throw away.
But to me my heart: your painting is a masterpiece
A thing only you could cease.
You never came back again
You left me hanging.
It's not you whom I blame.
It's the wind's blow.
I hate the wind i hate air
I'll never breath again.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 8:38 AM UTC
I never let anyone touch my heart.
But I let you dig in hard.
Your hands grabbed to paint my heart.
My heart's your painting; it's every part.
Painting it with hope ,life and colour.
You painted it with love so subtle.
The Reds ,blacks and blues still speak.
They talk to me as they fade to leak .
Weren't we happy? But what happened then?
There were life's unpleasant winds all of a sudden.
The water needed by the water colours.
The wind's ****
Spill the water in the mug.
The water hated by my life's colours.
Spilling straight on the painting of yours.
Spoiling straight the glee of ours.
The dull water made the painting dull.
The dull wind's made my heart dull.
You had to throw away.
But to me my heart: your painting is a masterpiece
A thing only you could cease.
You never came back again
You left me hanging.
It's not you whom I blame.
It's the wind's blow.
I hate the wind i hate air
I'll never breath again.