Pretty Picture

Dear Best friend,

Me and you use to be best friends

You were beautiful

With a bright personality

You use to make me feel better in a weird way

Because I knew you was going to always be there

But, that's until I realize that I was using you

Because I knew you were going to always be there for me

You were bright, thin, beautiful

And when you laid against my skin

Its like I can here music

The faster you went

The louder I can hear the music

Because the fact I knew you wasn't going to leave me is the reason I use you

Because I had fallen so hard

You was the only person I can depend on

We use to paint pretty pictures

But you were my brush

My arm was the canvas

My blood was paint

And as we paint these pictures it was like a sense of relief

From pain, anger and sorrow

But when I got back up from that dark place I realize I didn't need you

I didn't need you to paint my pretty pictures anymore

But its hard, sometimes I still look at you and wonder would

it hurt to paint a pretty picture one last time

Love, Your canvas