Poem

I painted a picture of your face With some beautiful flowers but the skies were gray Behind you maybe a sun that will never glow On a withering tree with no leaves to blow Hanging from a branch is an old tire swing And a heart shaped carving for you and me It says something about how we'd last 4-ever But your heavenly smile I can not remember Just a shadow that lacks and strays far behind As I try to capture your love with a heart thats blind So I painted a cloud just to hide your face As I wondered how does that color taste