He's got an eye for an art, Maybe that's why she caught his heart. Her soul tempts him to linger, Like an abstract art he's trying to decipher. But she secretly longs to be More than a painting on his gallery. More than his favorite scenery she wants to be what makes him happy. So she tried to show him her colors, Even the ugly parts hoping he'd still adore her, Praying that she could hold his gaze longer, Gambled even she knows nothing lasts forever. But time came when he's done staring at her, and now he's gone. She was left hanging on a wall She's just a mere painting for him after all.