All We Were

You were a blank canvas and I was the artist, Filling you with colour. But black and white didn't fit you And the shades were all wrong Happiness would be death in your arms But my pen won't bleed any more. You are now a stranger to me. Just like the hearts you left breaking, There I was, all aching If we were to speak plain, Every bruise that comes to flesh, Makes its mark on the brain I guess you bruised me. And after the time passes by, I try to forget, but December goes, the leaves won't show Summer comes, my heart's undone If everything would have felt this way forever, Turn back the heart that you have turned away. But love was lost. Our love was lost. I look back at the canvas you used to be. Clean. Full of happiness. Full of hope and love. But you've changed so much. Your canvas is torn apart. What only remains is the ripped pieces Of the boy you used to be. And all that remains of what we were.