I painted a picture.
With only my heart I painted it.
Its beauty was in its simplicity.
And you dulled it with your golden frame.
In an attempt to make it pretty for you,
You made it ugly to me.
You removed every pure intention.
An expression from me to you
Became a trophy for you.
Every message intended, lost.
Reality distorted.
Creativity smothered.
It shines in your room,
But creates no spark.