I painted a picture
Wasn't so perfect
The red of the roses
The red of the blood
Was to to much to handle
When sketch the pain
I never thought
I would fall so deep
Deeply in love with u
I painted in red
As you said goodbye
Told me no more
that u regret ever talking to me
But I loved you
And I still love you
I miss you
I miss the guy that treated my right
Kept me up on feet
And if I fell You'd pick me up
You never hurt me
But I hurt you
I said i treated you bad
But you said that i keep you in shape
No screw ups
When your around
But my painting in red
Needs your magic touch
Once again
YOU ARE READING
unspoken
Puisithe destruction of words the pray to lords for the desperate need to drop the pain that spoke in the cold rain
