Canvas

You paint a canvas with your fingertips

Cover up all the mistakes

Make sure every line is in place and it is perfection

But your never really happy about it

Something is never right

You try to fix it so many times

But it never turns out the way you want it to

And your heart begins to feel heavy

You want to make it the best in your collection

The one that never loses its shine

But you cannot take it anymore

So you leave it behind

But one day you find yourself wondering

What became of the portrait

Is it still frozen in time 

Or is much more divine now

If only you had waited and worked at it

Then maybe you would not be standing here alone