Masterpiece

What was she to you,

Ah! I remember!,

She was your blank canvas,

Where you used to paint her,

Till she shines like blue,

And the way you touched her forcibly,

Drawing red fingerprint,

The blackness around her eyes,

Smudged due to tears you gifted her,

The rope design on her neck,

Looks likes a precious jewel art,

The moment her dress fell to the floor,

She tried to erase it all,

She wore the white and walked out,

Leaving you behind with your brush,

She was already a masterpiece art,

But you never learned,

You tried to paint her,

Whereas she was written,

And existed in someone's all the poetry and novel.