I tried to paint a canvas,
Its emptiness shatters soul.
I painted it red as blood.
Within me, its deep monochrome throbbed .
It washes my soul with nothing
But a sweet tang of living.
It discerns love, happiness, and passion
In this world of dire confusion.
Then suddenly you came
And painted it purple and green and everything.
I can now see the finished painting
- A spectrum of colors and a ring.
All of it was clandestine
Yet the splendor of the masterpiece
Is known wherever we are in
For it radiates tenderness along with the breeze.
But as fast is your coming
And so, too is your leaving
You took my other self with you
And I'm left, half a heart without you.
Now the canvas that we two painted
Fell on the ground and was tainted
With ripples of bitter teardrops
Falling down and never stops.
Then the colors slowly fade
Like ashes in the grave
I'm waiting for a heavy rain
To wash and take away the pain.
I thought about the empty canvas
How everything was good even without a tint.
Had I known this trouble before was
Hadn't I touched it without a tiny hint.
Now the beautiful canvas
Turned into a "never was"
Just like a heart of the haunted
It's it rather empty than painted.
