The soft brushes slide
Off my tongue, ready to glide
Across the canvas glass
Ready to paint something grass.
The bristles are together
Soft as a feather
To be dipped in paint
Only to taint
A clear piece, once sand
To depict a land
Where one may stray
When running away.
The land is vast
But will not last
As it is not real,
Lacking a seal
To keep you inside
Stashed aside
In a lovely landscape
You cannot escape
Though you want to remain
Your mind has a stain
Of a life you could live
If only you give
The canvas your life
Not only in strife
But for all of your day
You'll continue to pray
For a life on glass
Not made for you, Lass.
YOU ARE READING
Poems/Short Stories
RandomA collection of poems based off a life not worth living. "Life Poems" highlights the life of a lonely girl who has been broken more times than she can count.
