Addiction

The morning light is so beautifully reflected upon the silver brush i hold in my hands
and as the light is reflected upon my face
i know in my heart it is the only thing which can take his place

i hold my hands ever so close to my heart
knowing that just like him
my new addiction has been tearing my world apart

the only thing which can make me happy
yet bring me pain all the same
my only real connection
i have left to the human race

for I take no shame nor pride
in the beauty painted upon my arms
for me they cause no harm

an artist paints or writes or draws
to express emotions tell stories and bring truth to lies
it shows whats really buried deep inside

so as an artist I relive my pain
it comforts my stress
and brings the sun to my rainy days

but in the end I know the truth
my new addiction
its just a distraction
from the true pain of losing you

**please comment it would mean heaps to me and i promise to always return the favor =] thanks**