In Other News: Turtle Runs Into Bump In the Road and Pulls Out Early...

It began on a January day.
A smile happened.
March held tears that run Sometimes In April.
We watched the penguins march, and the Ice Age pass.
We listened to rainy nights, and colored the walls.
We slept and we cried, and we talked and we tried.
I painted, and butterflies fluttered.
Our pictures are gone, you said something is wrong.
Wash away the words on your wall, in your six cornered room.
The meaning is fading, erase the love I gave you.
The words couldn't hold onto you, and the pictures will let go soon.
All that meant the world, will become another hollow space.
Love was your shadow, but abandon was your face.
You let me love you and you knew.
Said the rights but did the wrongs.
Hide away now in your contemplating spaces.
Your dreams will come true, your life will be a masterpiece.
But you will be a lonely painter, love has no faces for you to copy.
Your brush will not know the color of love, your heart will not have it.
Life leaves broken hearts behind, but only behind for a little while.
Been broken before.
Now I stay broken.
Who will fix me?

(not my picture)