We were artists
But you had the brush
And I had the pen
You drew the worlds, the people
I wrote down the feelings, explanations
You captured the images perfectly
While I can only guess at the words
The way you moved your brush
While I can only stick to lines
Beauty versus perfection
You express your worlds radiantly
But I can only write in black and white
I wished I traded my pen for a brush
To feel the colors you weaved
To see the world beyond my script
Maybe if I knew how to color
If my pen drew more than rigid letters
You would have understood me
In a world of black and white
You were the color in my life