dried paint and a half empty canvas

this is about my ex girlfriend. she's my mona lisa and i'm her da vinci [PLEASE SEE AUTHOR NOTES]

i've got a confession
i envy her because you call her babe
thats what you used to call me

we promised eachother we'd complete this masterpeice together
the paintbrushed have dried paint on them
the bristles fell apart, and the wood handle snapped in half

the paint dried, and clumped
on the pallete i was using, mixing old colors
to make new, never seem to match the shades we started off with
in the begging,

we knew it would be hard
a smile would be hard to find, in that frozen heart that boy left behind
we took a break, gave the paint a day off

a day turned into a week, that week ran into a month
months grew longer, days dreaded on, and our masterpeice went unfinished

new brushes cost a lot
new paint is hard to find
i wish i had the chance, to finish what i started

with your lips a shade of passionate red mixxed with a soft rose petal pink
if only my brush could touch those lips again
reshade them, reshape them, into the beauty that they are

if only, she wasn't you're new artist
and i still had the chance

Author's Note

yes i am bi-sexual. if you have a problem with it, thats your own damn problem. homophobics, and people that bash on gays piss me off. don't be a dousche and leave stupid comments. get it? got it? good.