We are the canvas
The memories we make are the paint strokes
At last I see the painting that has formed
And this picture is not worth a thousand words
Only three
I love you
We are the canvas
The memories we make are the paint strokes
At last I see the painting that has formed
And this picture is not worth a thousand words
Only three
I love you
I haven’t posted a poem in a very long time. I was lost as an individual but I feel good
