I will be your canvas, I will be your colours.
Whenever inspiration strikes, I will let you paint your emotions.
So, when your heart becomes too loud, and your hands begin to quiver; I will be your art.
And as colours spew against the walls, I wonder where your mind wanders.
And, I wonder when there is no more room left on me for new paintings, when the colours have run dry. What then?
Will you find someone new, someone with more vibrant colours?
Or will you finally put down the brush, and see the masterpiece that was always there; dripping in red.
– For you always said I looked best in red.