I was your canvas and you were the painter
together can we make arts I asked ?
the way you looked at me with hope
like I had the potential to be something great
but I didn’t know you were just pure mere expressions waiting to be unraveled
you saw my pureness as an opportuned moment to let loose your demons
when we first met I said I would love all your shades
I'm yet to see you when you're bright
you only came to me when you needed healing
it was that day when I came to your place
and I saw paints on the floor I knew I wasn't your only canvas
now I'm in the shower washing you away
but my new boo won't know why I'm this uptight.
