There’s a Halo ’round my head,
Made of watercolor paint.
Good intentions bled into bad behaviour.
I’ve only got the colour red.
Red for passion, lust and pain too,
Missing strokes and harsh lines;
I’m struggling with a vision;
A vision of me with a vision of you.
I want to trace hair and hips and hearts,
for lines to have meaning and truth.
But art is only deception,
I have to stop this before it starts.