Canvases

Smells like rice paper,
the canvas, it's blank.
I'll sit here and ponder for a while
Waiting for a moment to paint.

I'll draw the person, lightly
And paint all of thier tones
Or maybe I'll do the background first
And make the person tomorow.

My own creation, my masterpeice
I remember drawing my heart away,
But I never thought I could get lost
In colors on a canvas.