Of Such My Life Once Was

Of Such my life once was although I know that yours was not. Some how the paint ran through the board's of which I sit against. The sun shine's down upon an empty shell of me, and now my love for her I had, such is my loss. Now she won't kiss my face before my make up dries, I know I am a mess. If she should ever wake before I rise, would she remember, what I was. Night came much to quick for me, like a candle that's the wind's blown out. The day before that night, I can't remember what I knew, I know no more.