Work of Art
You said that it would be,
a work of art
that it would be,
your favorite part
Causing a spark,
that would be dark
Being a canvas in your world,
through these years, which I adored
has left me bitter,
with a scorn,
torn,
& worn
Now this forgotten scroll of paint,
has slowly become your stain
left in a corner only to haunt,
like a bad painting,
ripped apart
a paintbrush you broke off
never to wonder what may have been,
only to commit an artistic sin
A brand new start,
with something new,
with another heart,
a different view
A work of art!
Another fool!
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