A Painting

these things that i paint inside your head

things of beauty, words perfectly said

but just when i think its all figured out

the color has faded as the canvas decay

and im sorry i cant be all that you want

i try so hard and its never enough

you say that im lazy, i dont do a thing

i shout from my lungs

and nothing has changed

maybe someday ill see something through

a canvas of beauty made up of you


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