He asked
Why do you do this?
I said
This is my art how my feelings reach out to you
He says
This is destruction of life
I said it is my expression
And I didn't appreciate the things he chose to mention
To critisize my mastermind
My greatest work, it beheld his shine
My new project expression of me
How this cantankerous life came to be
He was, he is, and will be my greatest art
I would spend my life beside him
Bit we had to part
Still, he is close at heart
Such beautiful, vivid crimson work of art
But I run
As I ran, like I always do,
I found my new work, as I ran into you
