It gazes at me-the blank canvas,
Her look pierces into me,within me.
And I look at her,unable to hold her stare,
I then search for her eyes to gaze into,
But I terribly fail,I kept trying and failing,
So I take those brushes and move my eyes with them,
The paint moves with the brush and so do my eyes,
And then I see those eyes looking at me,
And then I hold her stare at me,
And then I find the canvas that isn't blank like me.
She's smiling and I found a friend for me.