-"only with his smile colors my life" -He does not know that I see him painting in the workshop every day
-I see her blond hair painted blue I observe colors that do not exist when he laughs.
I saw him cry he looked at me and just smiled
but he does not know love -he smokes, he no longer laughs
He no longer paints He just cries and does not see
that I'm broken by the -"you do not come to see me anymore"-I knew it -"you do not like me anymore?-Stop -"Look at me, it's not me anymore"
-I see you and you are only occupying gray colors. Take me as your canvas, And it fills of colors my lips. -And I’ll be careful with your scars, because I'm also broken.