Her Sorrow Is…. His Art

Her Sorrow Is His Art
He’s created this….
The stains upon her cheeks
The blue shades, for the definition of sorrow

She sees a dark tomorrow
With many wet rivers
Cold, cold nights and such lonely shivers… ahead

Going over and over
All the things never said…to be set free
Praying for help, just to be able to breathe

She’s grieves…
For the happiness he drew
In each one of her eyes
And how the background
Looked, just like the sky…they dreamed on

How he felt so strong
When leaned on…

And yet now she feels
Like a priceless piece of art
That was left in the attic
And over years, fell apart
Wishing he would
Restore a torn heart…with his understanding
Communicate more
And be less demanding

But the one tear dropping
Has turned to a stream
And the shadows have formed
Where the sun once beamed

As all the life
Escapes from her face
And his reflection has no place… in her eyes
This is his creation of his goodbye
And Her Sorrow Is…. His Art