The blank canvas stares at me,
As if longing for affection.
The charcoal and graphite in pencils,
Is a looking for a connection.
It calls me to dive in it,
And pour my heart out, beat by beat.
As a loyal partner,
I follow it's command, embracing the feeling.
A bit of graphite, a bit of charcoal,
Followed by an awful lot of blending.
Black and white,
Yet full of emotion.
Sketching my secrets in paper,
As a part of my devotion.
YOU ARE READING
Dont mind the Lyrics
PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
