Maple Taste

Room gets colder by day

Sun feels further, as I may

With the touch of brush on fabric

Paint the autumn color static

School of Art becomes my home

Day by day as it grows old

Like the film on tape so lone

Showing memories far gone

She and roses in the garden

Frolicking, as she may do

With old statues serve as warden

Feeling off and with no clue

Film portrays the lovebird antics

How the laugh change in semantics

As you watch her eyes grow change

From her love to foul revenge

And the sweetness meets the bitter

Rage bestowed upon, with glitter

She goes on to stab his chest

As he films, with love, no rest

Bitter breaths and cries of sadness

Autumn maple taste of madness

He forgot that this asylum

Was the Art that's born beside them

Art School gives me taste of love

With the hidden truth be told

I've developed so much more

Yearning, drive, my love for her…