I caught your dreams and made them into a beautiful scene.
One that I could see. Though I only wrote in fractions of phrases you still understood me.
How easily we fall apart. How quickly we lose touch when yours is all I want.
But I cant seem to remember exactly what it felt like in your arms.
Under the weight of my hand the canvas tore,
The palette crashed to the floor
Causing her sienna smile to grow muddy and dull.
I drank the turpentine down
And laid motionless hoping for warmth.
I was dreaming of her.
It came crashing suddenly.
I have yet to sweep up my heart
but if you search hard enough
you’ll find love
within its dust.