A Painters dream

paint

I was captured in a portrait
Painted by you
With colors of life
That you gave me through

They looked at me with there deceitful eyes
But they couldn’t hear my screaming cries

Incomplete, yet you hung me on top
If only you could hear, please stop

The paint brushes were dry
I saw my master cry

The agitating lines on his forehead
And the silence in the room, so sad

I stared at him until dawn
Every night he’d sing a song

I wondered who she was
What was the reason and the cause

Of the difference in his smile
It looked like he’d walked a thousand miles

The melody called for someone
But every night it was none

Just our company
Canvas , paintbrushes & me

Perhaps I was your emotion
Your rage; your frustration

But i felt delighted
Seeing your focus heightened

After all I was captured in a portrait
When your hands shivered in love & hatred

I wanted to be by your side
I don’t want you to hide

By your hands I was painted
In time i was created

So pick up your brush and paint me again
Believe me you’ll lose all that’s insane

Because i am your passion
Without me you wont find satisfaction.

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Picture credit: no rights with me, randomly googled.

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