It's pouring purple tears
down my unshaved face
It's raining purple hearts in seattle
I am trying to catch one with my tongue
Without her my life
has no purpose, no meaning
I need her more than
the food in my kitchen.
The ties that bind
when come undone
create a master painting
because I am in love with you.
"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."
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