Tears of Wax

My once passionate life, Charming crayola broads. Came to a halt, When she was sent from God. But heartbreak burned, As I dripped to the floor. I cried waxy tears, Like never before. She still crosses my mind, Though a little bit darker. She ran off with him, A crayola green marker. Now tears of red, So frequently stream. As the pain of my heart, Is so easily seen. These ardent veins, That gushed passionate red. Have no reason to flow, Since my burgundy fled. Shades of maroon outline, This broken carmine heart. These crimson thoughts, Want love to embark. But my burgundy dreams, Will never comeback. For all of my happiness, Has melted to wax.