My heart you have easily created
but once you left me
all the colors had faded.
I am the art you had drew
That you had made well known,
But I became nothing,
Once you were gone.
I had people walking pass me.
Wishing to by me from you.
Looking at the life you had drew.
I was so happy.
I had felt different inside.
Then you drew another picture,
the old one had died.
All eyes on your art.
That there was no colors in.
It was all use up
from a recycling bin.
You thought people would love it
more then they loved me.
But i was still remembered
as the best thing they had seen.
Then one day i was fount in the trash.
He seen the beauty in me that you had drew in the past.
He worked with all that you once had destroyed.
The art you had creted he now adores.