Painting A Broken Heart

We made love like a water color painting
Each transparent wash
Of virginal color
Making beauty out of form
We made sense from a distance
But the meaning was implied

From the outside
Who would know
The troubles in our minds?
That run like tinkling bells
Imagining clear waters
Slow running streams
Never hearing the crescendos
Of water falls
Or the power of the waves
Surging through our souls

But the picture was perfect
no burnt.umber. bridges
Just clear cobalt skies
To tantalise passers by
Into believing the lies

But the crimson of her dress
Made me a wash of emerald green
When she sloe your gaze form me

I know you've said it's passed
Paint a tree where she once lay
The paper's stained
With her desires
She's always peering out

I want to burn down the whole forest
With these raw siena flames
To cleanse myself of all feeling
Change the people we became

The things we left unsaid
Make puddles on the page
Swept away with an attentive brush

To form a tranquil view

Of watered down emotions





Of how I used to love you