With each stroke, the canvas speaks
The colors fade or stay strong
It reads our mind and draws our thoughts
These hopes and fears of mine are hidden among the colors and lines
The paint may bleed or blend
This canvas carries my emotions out of me
So I can see what lies inside my mind
And correct my mistakes
Put an end to my fears
And keep going on my dreams
I am the canvas
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
With each stroke, the canvas speaks
The colors fade or stay strong
It reads our mind and draws our thoughts
These hopes and fears of mine are hidden among the colors and lines
The paint may bleed or blend
This canvas carries my emotions out of me
So I can see what lies inside my mind
And correct my mistakes
Put an end to my fears
And keep going on my dreams
I am the canvas
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