You can talk about my talent,
How teribble I am with painting,
But you couldnt talk about my heart,
How I truly blessed to create such amazing piece.

When I paint,
I paint those all my heart,
Those calm sounds of wind,
Those texture of the square canvas,

Those flickering of brush
The colors was everywhere on the table,
Appreciate you never will,
Cause you never shows it at all.

A part of my heart left with that canvas,
Those square heart of canvas,
Combination of Pablo Picasso and Theo Van Doesburgh,
The line, shapes, red, blue and yellow combine it together.

I can't describe,
My memories of that painting,
Is fading. Is fading away.

Hoping, you never throw it away
Hoping you always looks at it,
everyday and every night.

Bring it back to me when you never need it again.