The Purple Canvas
She was an artist
I was a bard
I wanted her like home
She was sunset boulevard
Her smile was so priceless
And so easy to make
I tried so hard to tell her
But I falter and break
I know it's not funny
But I'll say it anyway
She crosses my mind
When I listen to Tay Tay
She sought for her prince
I was the joker, he was the ace
Confessions over letters
I smiled and said, "Touché"
She was a purple canvas
On a bright Saturday
I was a blue pianist
On a mundane Monday
She was the sun
The kind you'd talk too all day
I was the moon
I'll tell the world about her one day
She is an angel
But she doesn't have faith
I was the devil
Who cured the apple she ate
Her strokes were delicate
She painted like a goddess
Picturesque, majestic
She was marble in the musée
She was a purple canvas
On a bright Saturday
I was a blue pianist
On a mundane Monday
She was the early bird
With sunshine glaring in her eyes
I was a night owl
Yearning for her at midnight
There was no chemistry
Just modern platonic love
I was a crow, born for hate
She was a dove
Thanks for understanding
I hope you both stay strong
I bid farewell to you
May your happiness stay long
She was a purple canvas
On a bright Saturday
I was a blue pianist
On a mundane Monday
She'll be okay
The world is her oyster
I'm a tortured poet
One day, I'll be dreaming 'bout her
I was a bard
I wanted her like home
She was sunset boulevard
Her smile was so priceless
And so easy to make
I tried so hard to tell her
But I falter and break
I know it's not funny
But I'll say it anyway
She crosses my mind
When I listen to Tay Tay
She sought for her prince
I was the joker, he was the ace
Confessions over letters
I smiled and said, "Touché"
She was a purple canvas
On a bright Saturday
I was a blue pianist
On a mundane Monday
She was the sun
The kind you'd talk too all day
I was the moon
I'll tell the world about her one day
She is an angel
But she doesn't have faith
I was the devil
Who cured the apple she ate
Her strokes were delicate
She painted like a goddess
Picturesque, majestic
She was marble in the musée
She was a purple canvas
On a bright Saturday
I was a blue pianist
On a mundane Monday
She was the early bird
With sunshine glaring in her eyes
I was a night owl
Yearning for her at midnight
There was no chemistry
Just modern platonic love
I was a crow, born for hate
She was a dove
Thanks for understanding
I hope you both stay strong
I bid farewell to you
May your happiness stay long
She was a purple canvas
On a bright Saturday
I was a blue pianist
On a mundane Monday
She'll be okay
The world is her oyster
I'm a tortured poet
One day, I'll be dreaming 'bout her
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Hans Gustilo
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