Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2019
Blank canvas
Paintbrush in hand.
I don't even know where to start.
How will one paint a beauty so fine?

How many colours will I mix,
Just to get your shade right.
How many times will I try,
Just to make sure I get that smile.

For yours, is a beauty that can't be painted
A beauty that can't be described.
A beauty that won't be seen again.
Till the end of time. . .
Fọlábòmí Àmọó
Written by
Fọlábòmí Àmọó  24/M
(24/M)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems