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So smooth,
I'm spitting game like I got something to prove
I hope she choose,
Me. Every artist needs his muse...
But I see the blues in her eyes
And before she decides
To runaway,
I'll show her somthing that'll make her stay.
I'd paint her pain the sky
So many shades of her sorrow.
Shadows from the sunlight
Her misery needs something to follow.
Mud for her make-up,
And rain for her tears.
She cries me a river
And all her beauty is smeared.
I'd mix the black and whites for her morals
But let her know it's ok.
Show her, I understand.
In life there are shades of gray.
Roses for her beauty,
Thorns for her bitterness,
Wild flower spirit
I'd paint it all as wilderness.
But her soul is with the birds,
It will always be free.
Her love is the ocean,
There's nothing deeper than the open sea
To be, loved so, ten-de-rly ♪♪♪ she says is just so sweet.
So her affection painted vividly as country made sweet tea.
Her smile is so cliché
But.. it's the sunrise
So as long as she smiles it's like I
Am living a dream.
Until the sun sets
And I cease to forget
That, everything ain't what it seems.
You see, with every stroke of my brush, I'm soothing her soul.
Her burdens are on my canvas
She doesn't have to carry them anymore.
But as she's staring at the picture
It's clear that something's missing.
It's the reason she's been hurting,
And I realize that she isn't running,
It's that she's searching.
Here's the thing, to be heart broken is to lose your heart
To the one who broke it.
And since she's already without one
How can I possibly hold it?
Without a heart, she doesn't have much longer to live.
And since she broke mine, she took mine
I just hope she lives...
But she didn't.
I painted her a mean story.
The story of her life,
And I can't forget to paint her tombstone at the bottom right
In her words, it reads:
"People die every day waiting for a heart.
Don't get impatient if it takes too long,
Home is where the heart is
I'd suffered an eternity just a for day in his home."
So i say, R.I.P. to my, Mona Lisa
