if i gave you pretty enough words could you paint a picture of us that works and if you could would it be that simple to see and understand even if the dark splotches blocked your view the distance spaces between me and you not the miles that strecth from one tear to the next but the secret pain that hides in my chest the one where i dont quite understand you walk with me in my secret garden lay with me until the early morning or is that too much to ask for a simple thing to bring a smile upon my face and the moon shining in my eyes do you see it? no your too dense to feel upon a reality situation of dark roses and underlining words enter in to my portrait and could you paint it for me the way it should be dark and ugly