Work Of Art

The colours of love in my mind
Are so fluid and mixed
It’s difficult to separate
And thus lucidity is luxury
The pain is now replaced and tamed

The torments felt like light blows
And abuse is nothing but a expression of anger
Heart has long left and gone
Mind has refused to trust at all
Now my love is a piece of art

Thou art a man it will do
No you can’t touch my heart though
Neigh could you enter my soul
No feelings left and there is no anger to blow
The fire of Phoenix is turned to ashes

No curls to paint no poem to perfume
No pages to fill there is nothing left thought
There is no one in my heart no one to blaze the soul
Now you see a complete work of art
So smile and amaze I am hanged on the wall