" This poem is for those who are still in love, but never found a canvas to express "
Smoking you in the cigarette
Making your face on the canvas
This burning weed will end soon
This piece of the paper will burn soon
Painting your face with the falling ash
Painting your words with a melancholy heart
Sketching your body all over
The smooth curves
The sharp edges
The art of blood
Painting your thoughts with the falling ash
Painting your tears with a lonely heart
I will sign it in the end
Give worth to this piece of art, than
Smoking you in the cigarette
Making your face on the canvas
This burning weed will end soon
This piece of the paper will burn soon
Painting your face with the falling ash
Painting your words with a melancholy heart
Sketching your body all over
The smooth curves
The sharp edges
The art of blood
Painting your thoughts with the falling ash
Painting your tears with a lonely heart
I will sign it in the end
Give worth to this piece of art, than