Paints the Sky

She paints the sky with white and blue, With a stroke of her hand, a paradise for two. She paints the sky, where our love reigns true. But now she paints the sky with shifting clouds, dark colors, shades, and hues. What has happened here, in our paradise, just me and you? The sun has set, in this idealistic world, now bleeding down the canvas, lost and untrue. She has raped my sky, with lines, foreign colors, and haikus. She riddles me lies, promising if my heart stays true, The sun will rise again, in this monstrosity, built in the minds of we two. Next time she strokes the brush, I expect bright colors, shades, and hues. But this time something unexpected happens, This time, She paints the sky, Monsoon.