It all started
with a simple crush
All the love and hatred
started with the stroke of a brush
An empty canvas
waiting for the first touch of paint
Purely innocence and class
with no signs of life nor taint
I was the artist
and you're my muse
I was the first one to fall
you were the first one to lose
A mixture of sadness and passionㅡ
an epitome of beauty
Wrought from pain and imperfections,
You were the prettiest picture in my gallery
You were my blacks and my whites
the scenery that changes everyday
Now nightmares haunt me at night
As those colors fade away
"Nothing lasts forever", they said.
Perhaps you've grown tired and left
You took my life and now I am dead
With dust-covered walls and promises unkept.
You're the cure but you were also my disease
Leaving paint-covered scars all over my body
I made a masterpiece,
but it was not made for me.
✍🏼 c&y
