the spiritless human painting on the walls
effortlessly looking to find an ink for love
his little meloncholy actions
fought to stay on top with power against hte light
the fray of endless sorrow
stops and fades in kindle
dissapearing out of the mind
having no remorce for another mind to befoul
the paintng of the sad memories
with the breaking heart of a fragile man
sighting his new chance for amorousness
and seeing the promenade to the beautious light
so his paintings on the walls
have turned to the fair
warmth of his heart
to no more meloncholy emoations
with a finding of the ink for love