your grip on the pen,
impatient lines everywhere
you seem so tense
as i watch you now,
the picture suddenly coming to life
with those vibrant colors you always use
and I know you're off
in another world,
thinking all different kinds of thoughts
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
