How can I not

fall for those eyes

that can see colors

through my monochromatic soul?

I wish I could

look through your eyes

one day

and figure out why

you love to

put me

in your canvass.

How can I not

long to touch the hands

that paints every part of me?

I wish I could

paint portraits

as good as you do

so that you can see

how colorful

you look

to me.

If someday, you'll start painting

some other girl's face,

then I shall always go back to the halls,

to those halls bounded by tall walls,

those tall walls that keep your paintings of me,

because in those forgotten paintings,

You onced loved me so.

"My dear, you forgot to put my scars in the picture."

"I didn't. I erased them away with my lips."