make me your masterpiece
stroke you hands upon my skin
touch every mistake and fix them
make me your favorite form of art

make me your masterpiece
shade me with the most lustrous color
tell me flowery words;
make me beautiful

make me your masterpiece
kiss all my damages goodbye
make me your masterpiece
for you are mine
—g.l

The future is uncertain
like a blank canvas,
And you are the painter
of your masterpiece.
Each stroke is important,
as each color is precious.
And your portrait is
the sum of your life's lessons.

My best verses are never written
Nor do anyone gets to listen
They dance in my mind
every word properly bind

The words conjuring the bliss
the smallest sentences
with deepest meanings

disappear when I take out my pen

and start over a blank sheet
with one word staring back
Composed and forgotten

In dark abyss
absence of words in canvas
Cannot remake the very rhyme
The painted masterpiece
Stolen away as
Reality strikes again.

I remember the most poetic day of my life.
I think I can remember every little detail
Our first night together
Our bodies met and at that moment we were no longer on earth

Then we travel for hours until we get to the place I always want to return to
And I hope you'll remember me when you're there
Even without me.

The trees, The water
The fear of the road
The big star closing the show
To make room for the dusty poet

All this was the background of the most perfect masterpiece I've ever had in my life
Even for a short time
In my arms

I miss you.

Up close it is blurry
But when you zoom out, grateful
The masterpiece can be seen.