Your the artist, so I am your clay

Listen, Love...
Why Lie?
Even before I knew you...
You caught my eye...
Soar, Soar my heart to the sky..
Even though you lied..
You still have your open mind..
And your heart so kind..
Completely blew my mind..
Guided me..
Taught me...
You made me who I am...
And I've always had the urge to hold,
your big, cold, clamy hands...
Compare the two me and you..
You don't even know, what I done for you...
Compare the two..
Then and Now..
I've changed so much...
You were how..
Nothing..
Invisiable..
Isolated...
Cold..
All that was me..
No color, no light..
Only the darkness of night...
Fading into Black..
Now..
Color, Light..
Still dark, but tamed within...
Caring..
Loving...
I loved before but not like this..
Opened my eyes, mind, heart and soul..
You helped me mold..
You're the Artist..
So that makes me your clay..
Put your hands where ever you feel they should be..
Make your moves from what your heart whispers...