PREMIUM TEARS

Regret flows from the depths of my soul

With the strength of a flood

I have held these gates shut for too long

And though tormenting they should not be stopped

The though of your anguish

Even as I write to you now stops my heart cold

As well it should

What I see infront of me is a painting of our love

Its most thoughtful brushstrokes

Mottled by a crush affection abstraction and inattention

A person who has not seen this masterpiece created

Might think it to be refuse and pass it by unknowingly

Letting be obscured by the deep beauty of its many scenes

But as a painter

I see beyond the dark smears

To recall the hours that I attended to the details

And wonder how I could let it become so discolored

The painting that took me my whole life to create

Has lost divinity in my careless treatment

This is my opus

Do not judge me on my past works

As i have never had so much skill and inspiration

And never before have i ever wanted to please you as I do today