In every pencils that
I have used to draw lines,
in different colors and
in different hue,
different it maybe but
what a beautiful
combination they are
when together as one.
In every water color
I have used to draw,
when I was young.
The canvas got messy and
looks useless.
When they dried up
they come alive, and
it becomes a new life.
In every brush strokes of
colors that touches my life.
It made me laugh,
it made me cry,
it even made me mad but
I am thankful for touching
my life at least I know
I'm still alive.
In every charcoal I've tried,
all I did was to mess
things up on canvas,
but my sister told me
to keep trying.
I tried and tried but
I think I have to stop now.
I'm tired.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
In every pencils that
I have used to draw lines,
in different colors and
in different hue,
different it maybe but
what a beautiful
combination they are
when together as one.
In every water color
I have used to draw,
when I was young.
The canvas got messy and
looks useless.
When they dried up
they come alive, and
it becomes a new life.
In every brush strokes of
colors that touches my life.
It made me laugh,
it made me cry,
it even made me mad but
I am thankful for touching
my life at least I know
I'm still alive.
In every charcoal I've tried,
all I did was to mess
things up on canvas,
but my sister told me
to keep trying.
I tried and tried but
I think I have to stop now.
I'm tired.
