If my pen is a brush and this page is me canvas every stroke is a memory soaked in sadness every color is an emotion that leaks from the soul every painting admits the background like a photographs frozen in snow they say the strongest shade of red comes from a bleeding heart out of a pain and trust has been torn apart for me that was you I guess a one point some one plays the fool no point covering it up I've had my far share of tears to melipuated and used you played my heart out like a piano in till
