My Girl

My girl is an artist
The snow falls when she cries
Her portraits and dreamscapes are beyond real
But I always paint the final stroke
She never finishes a thing
Says that's what I'm here for
I've a talent for knowing what she's thinking
To say the last word on her lips
We lie together
And my girl counts clouds
Breathless she always stops at 112
To watch the pain in my eyes
She deceives us both
Tells us that she loves me
I can see her try to prove it to herself
And it only makes it true for me
My walls are always changing
Every day she adds something new
I don't know what I'd do without her with me
What would I stare up at night?
My girl is an artist
She paints a world for me
My girl
The lunatic
The lover
No poet