Erase me from your book,
Rip it out like blank page with a red line that was never needed,

End this love with tears of fear and need, hearts colored on this page,now white no more joy,to shine so bright,

my book looks dead with black roses staring back at me as I lay in this cold could of air,

laying here pluzsed,your pages
are they are dark as mine or filled page after page with some kind of art.
if only i could have one line of your to let sit in my book,
it would sit on the cover making my book alive with just a once of shine comming of it,

no more tears,just a need not a want or a must..just a need of a few more new artists to color my dark outlined pages