The Passer-By Poem by Joel Roderick Dreaver (Bisson)

The days turn to years as my skin bleeds
As the colors drain from the canvas
Tears fill the emptiness where you once
Were in the center of the Pictured Film
You were my every dream come true
Now the contempt in you I breed
Leaving you there on the passing Street

The fears I have is of your Hopes in Me
The Girl you once were now Grown apart
As I died in your Arms but a Kiss awakens
The Life drawn from the center of Painted
Illusion of none other then of our Heart
Beating for each other but apart is cold
So frozen is this Safe-Haven, All For You.