Materials: oil paint

BRF Portrait 2
BRF Portrait 3
Remember fever days when motherless silence broke this eardrum heart
I’m not that sorry you cry awake, my one and only never came.
The most beautiful day I’ve had in the saddest month I can
How long must I stand with my heart placed over my hand?
And in his absence, few knew who to be
And together, we’ll remain the parts that make the whole of our pain.
He used to walk through fields ashamed, divided by the eyes that wave.
And one day lying on grass, you’ll decide to leave your parents in the past.