i am a poor artist
i begged for the colours for fill,
who bought a cheap canvas a year ago,
which i see them empty.. plane still.
you had the colours i need,
why she has no paint in yet,
how can i touch her,
if its the only one i've got,
one who is only one,
care n' love is to be given,
i fear if i ruin her,
thus, i didn't fill to make it even,
im waiting, for the time to colour,
its white fair surface with blue,
im a poor artist, before,
i don't want it to you.
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 3:56 AM UTC
i am a poor artist
i begged for the colours for fill,
who bought a cheap canvas a year ago,
which i see them empty.. plane still.
you had the colours i need,
why she has no paint in yet,
how can i touch her,
if its the only one i've got,
one who is only one,
care n' love is to be given,
i fear if i ruin her,
thus, i didn't fill to make it even,
im waiting, for the time to colour,
its white fair surface with blue,
im a poor artist, before,
i don't want it to you.
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