A painter in August decided to draw his emotions inside my heart.
To take the broken half of mine, and join it with his so hoping we'd never part.
I began to purge out those gifts with so many psychotic notions.
While doing so I began to create an anti-love potion.
So, this painter removed his half of heart that was actually glued to mine.
There's now no more left.
Not one more humorous line.
This painter from August will fade out in time.