Painter becomes teacher,
as long as he’s happy again, anything goes
I was there that day, when his smile was broke
his heart at pieces and crystal formed in his eyes
his beautiful eyes
I was there that day, when summerrain pearled his hair
on my graveyardfield between cement and bones
I was happy, I was so happy
after all that time…I could smile
love in it’s hideous form
he came to say goodbye
I didn’t get to say it back
…
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