Words and Paintings

Hey, hello it's been a while
since the day I saw your pretty smile
Your love is the brush and my heart is the blank canvas
You sketched love and painted it with your touch

Your lips brushed against mine and painted wonderful colors
Your touch is like the rose pink light of dawn
Our parting is like the darker stage of twilight

My feelings for you are like neon colors--- they flashed brightly to the extent they look blinding. Our touch are like pastel colors-- it seems so delicate and fragile But not being with you is having no color at all--- everything is unsure and dull.

You complete every missing words in my poems and i help you paint with brilliant colors.
You hold a brush, i hold a pen
but we held each other's hearts.

You're red and I'm blue, purple is the combination of us two
Suddenly everything messed up because life doesn't like purple hue

My soul is weeping from your absence
When you left all the colors disappeared
You're like an unfinished masterpiece that no one could ever finish

You held a chisel instead of a brush and carved your name into my heart
Now tell me, how could I forget you?

Everything--- it reminds me of you
You said leave, where do I go?
Torn between leaving because you said so and staying because I love you, what should I do?
Where do I go?
It's 3 am and I still can't fucking sleep
My heart is trembling when I saw you leave
Your memory is haunting me.

You taught me how to hold my own brush and paint on my own... but no matter what I do, you're still the one that is good at it.

A writer and a painter ---- words don't connect with paintings for words are for our mouth to say and a painting is for our eyes to see.
But what I do know is it's true that somehow we're different and somehow we don't make sense.
But we makes sense to me.

Cause I'm still into you who brought me love by painting colors into my uncolored soul.

You're the masterpiece that I want to finish but then I remembered I don't know how to draw. I won't torture myself, instead of a masterpiece is this composition
I don't necessarily have to do something that I could not do
Instead of painting that both of us only you can do,
Is an entry I, a writer made
that loved a painter like you.

Until then.