C O L O U R M E
fill me
I am your canvas
color me black
bleeding from the sins I've committed
splash some white
reminding me I am delicate as December snow
fill my body with different taints
trace around my figure
I am a canvas
Craving, craving
to be reborn as art
The rain has washed out my color
I am blank again
Gather your paintbrushes
Intertwine your soul with me
Gentle
Not rough
Throw some red blue and yellow in there
reminding me I am passion, calm and sunshine.
Don't forget your orange green and purple.
Because I blossom, grow and wilt.
I want to be something.
Make me something.
A masterpiece in the workings.
- an empty canvas grieving color
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PoesíaA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
