What if I were a canvas?

And you-- my paint brush!

Each time you brushstroke on me

You leave a mark, which adds a color

To my pallid life.

Each emotion that I possess

Will be the colors you blend;

Vibrant or dismal

They’d make a portrait of me--

My personality;

That can’t be photo-shopped.

Red would denote I’m passionate and aggressive

Orange could signify playfulness and enthusiasm

And, yellow my friendliness or sometimes a warning.

When you enrich my canvas with green
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