I was a blank canvas
Until a pair of hands splashed you all over me
You were the paint
I couldn't write down your color
Like I can't expect you to realize I was there
Right where you laid on
One mistake
And it takes time for you to be erased
And so I wait
Until another color cover you
With another paint
—Zayn
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CHARCOAL - ziam
FanfictionThe aftermath of a young poet, Zayn and a not much younger doctor, Liam's affair. - - - - - - - All poetries are originally written by the writer.
