You are that piece of art
The one stuck in our minds

Your body is the empty canvas
That sits there taunting artists
"Paint me into being, color in my heart.
Bring this dream to life,
don't let this work stay white."

You want attention constantly
Demanding that you're there

The haunting blankness of your page
Makes us hide in fear
"I am what you make of me.
Take up the pen and mark my lines,
Fill me with your song."

And one day when we're not looking
Suddenly you're gone.