I watch you through broken windows,
My world had collapsed when I saw your vows,
I remember looking at you, seeing your beautiful smile
Thinking to myself, I haven't seen it in a while,
As I look at you the paint turns dark and vile,
My painting of you, the last bright colored possession I have,
Turns to nothingness, it I couldn't save,
This house was once beautiful, colors and paintings everywhere,
You resting there in my arms, lost in the paintings somewhere,
The painting of our wedding day was all of you that remain,
This house is corroded and soon will be gone its existence in vain,
I want to escape with you, deep into our paintings, where everything is beautiful,
The world we created together, where everything is perfect and colorful,
The place where we never grow old, a place where flowers meat the sky,
A world where if we dreamt it we could even fly, a world perfect for you and I,
I wait here, watching our world become greater, and it is here in your painting,
Watching every stroke of your brush, living in this heaven, for you I am waiting.
Though I may have died I am always in front of you, wishing you were here,
Your paintings are much more wonderful whence seen at first hand, to actually be there,
I know that your world is slowly disappearing, but have no worry, for a new life will soon begin,
Our world, made by you and me...
