Sunday, June 28, 2015



I am an empty canvas,
Paint on m your favourite flock of thoughts,
So I'll always be your favourite,
So I'll always be your thoughts.

I am an empty canvas, 
A steep of nothingness,
A mere dull white surface,
Too often scarred,
Nothing left to feel.

I am an empty canvas,
But no longer like that.

With you,
 My soul is painted,
 With you, 
A hint of spark,
With you,
A dash of vibrant.