Art

Beautiful Boy Your life used to be a canvas Filled with darkness, splattered witih confusion A cloud of bitterness hangs heavily on your shoulders I see how the aggressive colors integrate with the blotches of pain painted prodominantly in the horizon and I get lost in your Mona Lisa's Smile. Still you suffer all the while The sadness hidden Due to your perfect painters style I am an art critic who will look on for a while And I see how Your Mistakes are shaded with such displeasure Reddish hue, you never think it will get better your regret concisely brush stroked, won't escape you but artist of your life life will no longer be painted for you And I see how you try to make it go away Alcohol and drugs All in dissaray But my friend I still see you In this somber world where life can imitate art You won't let it. Your Defiant Eyes Challenge the world Bettering yourself for the greater good Your a work of art.