If only I'd mastered the art of brushstrokes
I'd paint over this canvas of crushed hopes
and replace it with a happy ending
instead of spending a neverending
heartbreak lost, wishing and waiting
for something thats not even real
anticipating an illusion
because no matter what or how i feel
you're just a magic trick
you are love, perfect as I imagined it
but what's tragic is
I was born of few talents
If only I could learn to paint
I'd give you everything in the world I aint.
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