I explained you into something else
How else could I understand you ?
I made excuses for your strange ways
And let the nuances I didn’t understand become mysteries, worthy of my love.
At the end however I realized that you are not an art piece to be deciphered
And that color on a wall does not a picture make.
Your silences are not opportunities for me to read your mind
But chances for blissful peace
So goodbye sunshine. Goodbye rain.
I thought you were a Picasso but you were nothing but a stain.