To whomever dared become my canvas:
I couldn’t stop painting self-portraits on you.
I watched my countenance deteriorate in Dorianesque fashion,
and you were the one who had to wear it.
I was the one entranced by my stare.
To whomever dared become my canvas:
I couldn’t stop painting self-portraits on you.
I watched my countenance deteriorate in Dorianesque fashion,
and you were the one who had to wear it.
I was the one entranced by my stare.