Talking heart

Together them

art created
for a living
customer is right
colors spinning

brush strokes
with instructions
an artist's minds
creativity's abduction

only deep at night
when nobody saw
the painter fell in love
his eyes full of awe

a painting
to not to be sold
not a painting
lifeless and cold

feelings made
into color strokes
the girl who looked
as if she just spoke

the painter who painted
those moistly lips
who looked so red
ready to be kissed

the painter leaned
his black hair getting blond
touching the poison
with his lips so bold

as he throws
throws himself on the canvas
holding the background
hurting his lungs

as he comes back
to his senses
he looked back
at the destroyed canvas

oh how his love
ruined the picture
his love for a girl
who is his own fiction

the beautiful skin
a porcelain doll
even if her lips
are destroyed entirely all

will he try to fix
the traces of his
whatever it was
whatever he thinks