Shift in Your Look

Trying on the latest model of teardrop,
Especially designed to fit the standard size
Of your cold, dark, yet so bright eyes,
You vanish on the streets I'm drawing in my mind.

Can I find you behind all those sketches I've made
When I couldn't see you?

Your nails are enough to tear me all apart,
To break in half all my visions of life,
And to leave them colourless; art
Can't be more than your glamourized reflection.

Can I find you blue, ready to be painted again,
Now when I can see you?

Nothing more than a shift in your look,
Unplanned,
Unexpected,
Breaking my stainglass I'm showing to the world.