A Blank Canvas.

by xx   Jul 8, 2009


The future is blank;
A canvas sheet.
Your life paints in,
All those you meet.

I had no inspiration,
Had nothing to do,
Then my paintbrush rose
And painted you.

You are a work of art,
A true masterpiece.
Absolute perfection
On my canvas sheet.

I'm glad my life painted you
Onto my canvas of white,
Because you added color
To my sad, dull life.

Pretty bold colors
Were splashed onto
My blank, white canvas
And gave me...you.

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