an artist cries tears
and they smear
down the front face of his canvas
he wears his fears
like his heart
on his sleeve
and you want to help me
even though you're frightened
stuck on the thought i want to hurt you
do i want you to help
when it's you that sparks flames
my mind wandering from you igniting
the ideas of us
and you backtrack like i can forget
and go on
even though it's you that rekindled them