It Started with a Blank Canvas

What was I when the canvas was blank, and your eyes invited me to find silent meanings? you became a note played on my guitar in candlelight desire your welcomed fiery glow dripped on the sense of my loneliness passionate, burning, hungry like melted wax on a candle stick or was it all a hallucination, blowing across my desert? where I wandered on false promises tethered to you in time wasted with beds in empty rooms where passion was a hunger met devoured by the teeth of our starving souls leaving us drained and unfulfilled like two drunken lovers drinking from an empty bottle we left on the side of our gravel road from our pitiful lives as what was became a memory of scattered debris and distant thoughts that will vanish in time