Canvas
Looking upon the landscape,
With a sorrowful face,
Wishing It never happened,
Wishing that I could erase.
So I pick up the pen,
And outline her in black,
As her image starts to go dark,
The emotions start to stack.
I can’t take this feeling anymore,
So I start to redraw her eyes with my brush,
I paint them a sweet light brown,
And a smile starting to gush.
I paint an ocean behind her,
With light blues and greens,
Then a sun peeking over a hill just wanting to be seen.
I paint her hair like a river,
Flowing smoothly and swift,
I use dark and light browns,
And like her eyes it’s a gift.
Next is her cute nose,
With freckles n such alike,
Bring the brush back and forth,
Making it better with each strike.
It’s almost perfect just needs a finishing touch,
So I concentrate hard and know I must try,
I put the bristles to the paper and and slowly dab,
And gently add that soft sparkle that I see in each eye.
I set the brush down and sigh in happiness,
Then I look over the canvas and smile at her,
It’s fixed again, it’s finally back to normal,
This feeling of content and happiness is what I prefer.
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