April without You

On the whitewashed canvas that is my wall,
There hangs a calendar of just one page.
The month of April is the beginning of it all,
The endless tears and the infinite rage.

I wish there was more to this life than time,
I wish I was more in love now than before.
But love never lasts since you arent mine
And I refuse to believe in love anymore.

Every spark that coloured my perfect home,
Is gone as if nothing was ever true.
And even in darkness I walk alone,
Mornings without sunshine, kisses without you.

If only there was a paintbrush to use for a while,
And canvases could be discarded with ease.
In all the emptiness I would paint your smile,
And through the bricks of time I would paint release.

But still on my wall hangs the month of April,
And in its grasp are the infinity of our moments apart.
If only I could change the memories it holds at will,
If only I could tear the chains it binds on my heart..