i’m a lonely painter i live in a box of paints i’m frightened by the devil but i’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid i remember that time you told me love is touching souls surely you’ve touched mine because part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time
i went out, to go shopping. i bought nothing but a bouquet of pink roses for six dollars. i felt melancholy. because i was missing le lover so much. but we just spoke on the phone for close to 2 hours, and now i feel as though i’ve gotten my needed dose of him.
as i walk this line, i am bound by the other side and it’s for my heart that i’ll live cause you’ll never die. well if you want to know me, i’m a war come paint