swirls of paint cover
the canvas, hoping
to obscure the sheet
of white nothingness.
so touch me with your
colors, caress me
with your vivid strokes
of life, the hues that
my eyes adhere to.
paint something for me,
and I'll be happy.
That's all, folks. Sorry, my creativity has already been vented on the canvas. This is all that's left :D
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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