Rhymes and Rhythms

The Artwork

The Artwork

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My life was a plain painting canvas

I was blank. A meaningless, worthless space

Nothing present but a vibe of loneliness

A heart full of overflowing emptiness

You arrived, started with a few brush strokes

Painted on the canvas gently, slowly, carefully

You meticulously composed a master piece

'Til the canvas was full, vibrant more than ever

Eventually, you got tired of the used canvas

Thought you could create something better

A beautiful work of art, if you'd start anew

Using a fresh, blank, empty canvas I once was

You left me hastily, thrilled to obtain her

Excited to create a more beautiful piece

The piece that would rob off my value

Substitute me, take my worth in your heart

You went out and slammed the door behind

The impact you left made me lose all balance

My foundation was shaken. I fell on the floor

Wet acrylic smudged on the marble tiles

I'm now one of your useless paintings

Of no importance, of no meaning to you

Stacked together with those other canvasses

Back to being nothing and worthless

Filled with the echo of a shattering heart,

The room cried with my broken and used soul

Again, I became lonely. But something changed.

I'm now full and heavy with our memories

The person who brought me color and hues

Quickly took it back, searched for a replacement

You exquisitely painted my plain, tiresome world.

But you readily made it crumble and shatter

Frivolous, playful, that's how you are

Deceiving colors, false sketches, erroneous strokes

Loved me dearly, but dumped me the next minute

You made me, then broke me in an instant

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