You could paint-
memories on a canvas
But everything in it
                    Bleeds.

All that you've;
been through in life
Splashed and sheds
                Like tears.

Strokes of luck;
I do wish I had
Brushing away pain;
            And all griefs.

As life's a portrait-
a profile of you
Draws you in ink;
    Of days you've lived.


A master of-
your every piece
Portrayed by actions;
Canvases of what you did.


             Bleeds like tears;
               And all griefs
         Of days you've lived;
     Canvases of what you did.


               But an Untitled art piece.