Rainbows smothered in black on a formerly beautiful canvas.
The artist within me, died and I came alive, and I can’t say I approve of what I become.
My minds chained and tortured by the scent of a beautiful woman,
And chaos occurs when the reality sets in..that the scent is lost forever...
When the chalk surrounds me, she will still be dancing.
Forever, never, truly alone,
Forever, and ever, my mind will be her home.
And, I can’t say I don’t deserve this.
I was foolish enough to love.
Forever I will cherish and Forever I will perish.