My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems

Your Art

It touches my dead soul,

For you are pure art,

More than I can say I am,

You are true.

I wish I could paint,

Like you do,

This book is just another complaint,

But your treasure is you.

I will never be,

Who I want,

You need to surpass me,

Don't worry I'll be free.

Don't let her see me burning,

Make her feel good,

She needs to exceed me,

As everyone else will.