They told me to paint a star,
and so I painted you.
I painted all your tears and scars,
with all your different hues.

Your eyes so blue,
I paint them too,
your smile is a firework’s spark.
I paint your lips and all your laughs;
you’re the light in my world so dark.

And then I saw your canvas,
so devoid of tint or shade,
But I continued painting
all the memories we’ve made.

After painting,
I looked up to find a picture,
not like other’s,
I dropped my paint and brush
to find you painted a sweet lover.

I burned the paintings
that I made along with memories,
For now, I know instead of painting,
I should’ve made you see,
That I could fill your empty canvas-
be your only star,
But I only painted
memories of you and me afar.