Life...

Life was supposed to paint me a pretty picture...
there should have been a smile on my face
the colors were going to be bold and much richer
a frame made of silk and lace

Trees full and green
skies bright and blue
it was supposed to be a beautiful scene
I should have been embracing you

Instead the trees are old and dead
and the sky dark and black
no sheets or blankets on the bed
a collage of heart attacks

The paint it starts to smear
and the flowers wither and die
the sun now sheds a tear
and the gray moon, all it does it cry.....