Masterpeice

Why can't you be a masterpeice?
I want a masterpeice beautiful.
Fine colors and shades of light.
Expressions so familar to see.
To me.
Shreading tears inside the painters mind.
Reaching for more than one feeling,
suceeding greatly.
When the feeling is done, and no more is expressed,
He hangs it on the wall,
for his eyes only,
I want a peak at this masterpeice..
My wonder is to strong,
But it cannot be helped,
Knowing there is nothing to do,
I dream