As I am confined by her love
I know as a Soldier I stand proud
But as a lover, my shoulders are shrugged
We are art, and our art breeds struggles and struggles
It’s fabricating work that doesn’t belong to a couple
These colors are no longer fulfilling
Shades of bickering and miss-behaving
A love painted to enter willingly
Is now enslaving and betraying
Yes, our love crafted this art
It’s a picture we both drew
The painting started familiar in our hearts
But ended very unfamiliar from our view
as all art is beautiful…
As all art is love, strength and pain
But I’m sorry my beautiful
My love for our art has changed….
