I had no hues or tones,
no pigment.
I was black and white,
and my skin was grey,
but I became filled with colour
like an empty canvas being painted
whenever you were around.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
Empty Canvas
I had no hues or tones,
no pigment.
I was black and white,
and my skin was grey,
but I became filled with colour
like an empty canvas being painted
whenever you were around.
