Love is a Canvas.

‘Love is a canvas’ or so some might say.
A canvas to destroy when the heart breaks.
‘Where have you been all my life?’ I think I may
be sick or laugh or cry. Oh, how fake
everything seems. ‘Love is the cure.’
But also the germ that infected us.
With love at first so pure, to now endure
the memories, where you made such a fuss,
when you said you loved. They say ‘love is a
candle,’ well then, I guess mine has burnt out.
When I think of the time wasted, the days
I had spent with you, my mind held no doubt

That I loved you, but you couldn’t see
and now you are in love, but not with me.