We were a piece of art that reached its end, for every great artist knows when their work is finished.
We splattered our color across canvases of unknown territory.
We mixed together like water when it was time to blend.
We took all the tints, tones, and shades of our naked hues and collided them together into a collage of everything we're made of.
Our work was done and so now our days together remain a masterpiece hanging in the gallery of time
And our minds
And your ink still tattooed on my heart.
We are art.