Painting

I painted picture of my perfect boi

Black like a raven would be his sweeping hair
Clinging to his face in fresh paint

Trusting eyes that I can get lost in
Even if it cost me
The window into his soul a light marron, turcouise, rouge?
I can't choose

Out reaching arms that will hold me
So he told me in my mind

The only place a boy like this will reside
And not cast me aside

Lips black like onyx stones
That's the colour lipstick he choose
He wanted to paint my world black
So up my brush rose

But this is all in my head
So many tears I shed
Wishing this boi to be real
Something solid to feel

In side my dream world I visit him
Were I can love, hold and kiss him
So many conversations we share
He is the only one that cares

But I know this is all un real
All these things I feel

But maybe he is not all in my mind?
What if in another boi I find
That he resides

Maybe instead of black hair we have red
Ha, even more tears I shed
I know who that boi is

He has my heart on a string
Like a siren song he sings

My soul around his finger
These feeling will always linger

No wonder I go inside my head
Where I thought I was safe
But this is not the case

My boi in black, his hair goes from raven to red
His eyes once undecided
Now a swirling light blue so warm and true
In his arms he holds me from time to time
But I consider this a crime

He fools me
Takes advantage of my heart
Like a puppet on a string
I wish we were never apart

Twisted love
So dark and wrong

Sung like a song
Painted in my picture
Of my perfect boi