With my fingers I painted you

Carefully on each of your curves

I used brushes on parts too

And for a while it was good

You had a perfect smile

Which had inspired me before

But with the first rain from your eyes

The chalk came undone

And I finally saw the grey side of you

With all of those creases on your smile

That made a scar on the background

A lasting sad face was revealed

By the light of the moon

And you spoke your verses again

But you had died in front of me.