The Perfect Painting

by Renee   Jul 8, 2005


I sit before an empty canvas
waiting for love to paint itself
for the stars to align on my paper.

And the perfect world just fell.
Fell right in front of me.
And it felt just right.

Because where we colored out of the lines,
we compensated.
Because a masterpeice-
Is what we created.

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  • 20 years ago

    by kiesha

    That was good. Short, but good. I know how you feel. Art is my life. Keep writing!

  • 20 years ago

    by Britney

    Short n sweet! loved it though.. all of ur poems were outstanding..! your very talentd kepe up the great work.

  • 20 years ago

    by Natalie84

    Is that it? There's more right? You got me all into it and then BAM...that was it! All gone..no more. ADD MORE COONAY. You could go all into the different colors and what part of the relationship they represented! Come on Coonay you got an imagination like ....well damn I don't know what but you have one!!! I've seen it! I've read it!! I've experienced it!!

    Seriously RENEE...I love it but I wanted to keep reading. I think you could do a lot with this...You should think about it. I can't rip it apart as there is nothing there....

    Ok I'm done hounding you.... ;)

  • 20 years ago

    by natalie

    Oh lovely, beautiful words, its amazing that a poem can paint a picture better than a picture itself sometimes ,if that makes sense.

  • 20 years ago

    by Chris

    short....but good. i like the whole relating love to a canvas and what not. good job!!!

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