Happy To Be On Your Canvas

Your eyes spelled my doom
and but all I noticed become peace
an ocean so calm and gentle
I may want to stroll on it and now no longer sink.

denial

And whilst your phrases reduce my soul
and your wrath met me with a pointy kiss
all I felt become bliss,

Your voice like thunder
Left my coronary heart fluttering
as one being attentive to candy
symphonies,

for in reality even your wrath
met me with guarantees of your love
and your voice enveloped me in warmth.

On the day your fist met my bones
flashing colours of vibrant purple motion so fluid
rhythm so flawless
just like the beatings of a drum
because the songs continued
telling tall tales
of the way love couldn't endure
with out ache as an anchor.

And today, as my pores and skin went cold
and my eyes misplaced its warmth,
sounds of thrashing drums receded
like a coronary heart beat fading softly
candy symphonies decreased to silence
lifestyles slipped from shattered bones
and vibrant purple painted your canvas,

I realize
that Fate become cruel,
Life become cold,
Love become war,
And peace; the sound of a beating drum
But you my love, had been an artist
And I become satisfied to be your canvas.