The Artist & His Canvas
I had this fantasy where you and I were painting this picture and it’s value was priceless
You were art crafted so define my mind was restless
I was entitled to a title only to be untitled because my art was not to your liking
Yet my mind is pining, lying against a canvas that’s now blank
Now who's there to thank?
For a painting that was only meditated
Unvalued enough so the artist and it’s canvas segregated
But, does a masterpiece really go undone
When it’s the details that redefine a person’s perceptions
But the artist gave up his fantasy
Because he no longer wanted the canvas that was me.
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