Your undiluted colors flow so loosely
Leaving a messy trail wherever you go
I clean it up anyway
I'm mesmerized by its purity

My palette doesn't span so many shades
There's only so much colors I can even name
But yours... I didn't know that one brush can hold so much in it

The way you run it on my canvas
Making every page become so soaked
That I'm afraid it'll tear apart at any moment

Though because you don't let the colors dry into place
Everything drips right off
So the pieces you make never become permanent
And as you refuse to be diluted
Your palette empties so quickly

Leaving me to realize
That you'll never be a part of my portfolio
And you'll be art
That no one can ever own.
I'm broken by how easily
Your beautiful colors are washed away.