I will paint a portrait,
of a flower grown in darkness,
feeble be its stems
for it lacks the sun
Perhaps i should paint,
A moonless night
haunted by nothingness,
like a home devoid of life
Maybe i should paint,
rosses abandoned in a bush,
Or a horse lost in the woods
with no rider to guide it home
Ooh.... i know
i will paint her a picture
of a red bleeding heart
lyin broken deep in my chest
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