Cast Upon Canvas

Cast Upon Canvas
Cast upon canvas
I look on a lie
Every day, every night
The colours never die

A painted smile
Fixed on your face
Made with the finest brush,
With such gentle grace

With perfection
A mouth to speak a gentle word
I haven’t heard none come from you
Your voice is unheard

Striking eyes,
With colours of hazel and brown
They see right through me
They look me up and down

Bold hands,
Painted with the texture and tone
To radiate a man’s touch
But they are as cold as stone

My hands cannot achieve
A goal to an artists skill
To paint a perfected version of you,
A human cast upon a canvas, a love never to fulfil