I am painting You asked me to So here I am Painting a field of air As I unfold my brain I feel the brush Dust my thoughts Knowing my abilities Are nothing to be admired So here I am painting For you Because although I lack I try for you
This is both literal and not literal. Yes all my poems are about love right now, but bear with me. This is about my boyfriend asking me to make a painting for him and I really think I ****. That is the literal sense, but in the big picture (hehe) I am struggling to open up to him, showing who I truly am.