a work of never ending color

I was never meant to be art for you to display in your bed, I was never art for you to show your friends about, I was never a painting with colors of your blush face, we were never together, you just wanted to display my color, story behind me, and frame, the outline of me that covers it all, I was never something for you to put in trash after you were done with it, you saw it's color, you saw its frame, you know the story behind it, cuz the artist told you, yet you got tired of it, tired of seeing the same colors, frame, hearing the same story, you just got over it, over me, yet we were never together, just friends, always friends, now never.