Staring at the blank canvas,
I wait to fill color.
But nothing seems to come over.
I close my eyes, only to remember,
The fresh flowers I bought,
From the flower lady down the street.
The little boy playing hide and seek.
The flowers blooming as autumn leaves.
The smile on my parents face.
The beautiful sunset going down the street.
Opening my eyes, I pick up the paintbrush,
What the brush strokes with bright colors,
Is my reflection staring back at me.
And I sit here all day,
Painting across the canvas....
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This poem is to remind you, how special ALL of you are.
[Meaning - I could have drawn the flowers, the sunset or anything for that matter.. But I chose to draw myself. To love myself and to remind myself, that I'm worth it, and I can do it!]
Never forget one thing. YOU ARE WORTH IT! 👑♥️👑
Never question your worth.
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Midnight Feelings....
Poetry.....cause after midnight your heart feels the feelings a lot more differently.. A collection of poems and thoughts by me :) Hope you like what you read. <3
