Like Basquiat

A bulldozer charged straight through my heart,

Seeing my love suffering from addiction,

Like Basquiat, he was a damaged work of art.

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I became attached, he was my counterpart,

One who struggles with an awful affliction,

A bulldozer charged straight through my heart.

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I learned to love and gave myself a fresh start,

I thought he had control of his condition,

Like Basquiat, he was a damaged work of art.

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I spent my happiest moments with my sweetheart,

But then the relapses created friction,

A bulldozer charged straight through my heart.

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Torture and agony, we were torn apart,

His weakness led to our destruction;

Like Basquiat, he was a damaged work of art.

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The anguish pierced me like a dart,

Now it was my turn for a prescription,

A bulldozer charged straight through my heart.

Like Basquiat, we were damaged works of art.