My idea of you was a nice one
I sketched you out in my head
You made a charming figure
A disillusioning spread
I filled you in with color
Each stroke made you more real
Even a great discrepancy
Isn't difficult to conceal
Time discloses much
That research can't find out
As nice as a mural may be
It holds a disadventagous lack of clout
I thought you'd always love me
I thought I wished it to be so
But what I thought I now do not
You were never meant to be my beau
Forgive me lovely canvas
For throwing you away
Your design was enchanting
But your falsity led me astray
As the painting falls from my hands
I begin to reminisce
But I realize there's nothing left to hold onto
Nothing left to miss.
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