The colors are so dull, so bland and pale
The canvas is empty and yet I fail
To muster up any excitement or drive
To paint something beautiful, or aliveThe colors do not inspire any emotion
My brush moves across the canvas in slow motion
The colors are so dull, so weak and pale
My brush moves on with a heavy trailThe picture I paint is dull and grey
I cannot even bring the colors to play
My paintings look dull and faded away
My heart cries out, but nothing can it sayI long to paint with bold, vibrant hues
To bring life to the canvas that I choose
But I find I'm stuck with dull and pale
The colors of my painting so dull and frail.
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Poems of the Young one
PuisiI started to write poems when I was about 14. Im 16 now and I have over 100 poems. I'm attempting to put them all on here and hopefully share my words with the world. <3