Kalima

Like Basquiat

A bulldozer charged straight through my heart,

Seeing my love suffering from addiction, 

Like Basquiat, he was a damaged work of art.

I became attached, he was my counterpart, 

One who struggles with an awful affliction, 

A bulldozer charged straight through my heart.

I learned to love and gave myself a fresh start, 

I thought he had control of his condition, 

Like Basquiat, he was a damaged work of art.

Had my happiest moments with my sweetheart, 

But then the relapses created friction, 

A bulldozer charged straight through my heart.

Torture and agony, we were torn apart, 

His weakness led to our destruction; 

Like Basquiat, he was a damaged work of art.

The anguish pierced me like a dart, 

Now it was my turn for a prescription, 

A bulldozer charged straight through my heart.

Like Basquiat, we were damaged works of art.

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