I know nothing about you
How could I say that I am in love with you?
We are like unfinished Art
Many words left unsaid
Feelings left behind,
Tears on the ink, and paintings unfinished.
I loved you, I felt naked without you.
Like the e”ART”h is nothing without ART.
I fell in love with your twisted mind.
Trapped in mind,
thinking if I was wrong letting you go.
Then again we have to live in a reality.
Where life, life is unfair.
Unfairness where I should let our Art unfinished.