The Painter and the Poet

The story of my life started gruesome and cold No time for existence, as the story unfolds But I met a special someone eyes as blue as day And although we couldn't always be together I knew I'd find a way. So as the nights grew longer the day had come, Off to Vancouver away from the sun. Their lives so different; And parted to be She painted great pictures for everyone to see. And as for I days darkened loosing hope with the fact, Finding the joy that I felt I lacked. I wrote down my feelings to let it all out "I hate my life," i felt to shout. So this story does end happy as you all hoped it to be This little ol' story of the Painter and Me. Though I wont tell you the rest to ruin the surprise, Its ends with us watching the sunrise.