Art is moved by color
May it be by shade or red or blue
It will forever remain colored
When your eyes seek it's hue
I sat up all morning
Wishing to bid you well
But my art consumed my loving
And my soul lingers in hell.
Divide my love
Take away my pain
May I once again stand by your side
And continue my work, knee deep, in paint.
YOU ARE READING
n e f a r i o u s
Poetrynefarious (adj). an action or activity wicked or criminal. copywriters will be prosecuted. you've been warned.
