THE UNFINISHED PAINTING

Unfinished paintings ...
We were creatives, creating.
Pain.
Then passion.
Then pain.
Then paintings.
We were creatives, creating.
Havoc in our lives.
Havoc in his eyes.
She was creative, creating.
Stories in her head from misguiding paths that he led
Allowing temporary time for him in her bed. Only leading to tears she would shed.

They were creatives, creating.
Nothing but unfinished paintings.