A Canvas To Be

Just another poem which I compelled to write.  Enjoy!!!

  • Life oh life
  • On the very first moment I breathed you in
  • I was so pure and innocent
  • I was an empty canvas
  • You could draw upon me with all sorts of paints
  • I was so readied
  • Until I was not
  • Until I realized
  • Life oh life
  • A beautiful painting you thought
  • It was so not beautiful to me thus far
  • You showered me with colors
  • I was full of bliss for a short while
  • The bliss was short but nice
  • The bliss which measured my thoughtless mind
  • The bliss which measured my pure and carefree soul
  • The bliss which had me be fearless
  • Then came the colors I had no love for
  • Oh sorrow crept in
  • You promised naughty colors will be gone
  • So these colors obeyed your command
  • Leaving me to breathe you in easier
  • Not before long you became naughty again
  • I was choke by you
  • Hard to breathe you in
  • You were my sorrow
  • You were my pain
  • The canvas was not even completed
  • Still, it became such a mess
  • Shapes that formed demons
  • Shapes that formed sadness
  • Shapes that formed your craziness
  • You were angry
  • So was I
  • The canvas was so muddled
  • Head or tail was not to be
  • No longer I was innocent and pure
  • Your fault I argued
  • You probably said I had a choice
  • Whose fault mattered little
  • Unless you could turn back time
  • A canvas would not unwind its goriness
  • However when a canvas would complete
  • I would go on and wait till the day it would be so
  • All the while I would breathe in you
  • Letting you choke me while I breathed you in
  • Life oh life
  • You had to be difficult
  • You would love to muddle my canvas
  • Life oh life
  • I had to be difficult
  • I would love to unwind time
  • You would not let me
  • Time forged my sorrow
  • It relentlessly breathed you in
  • It wanted none of me
  • Even if I wanted it to slow down
  • Instead of slowing down it would fly onward
  • Leaving me confused and dazzled
  • So be it
  • Life oh life
  • Unwinding time or not
  • While you added colors to my canvas
  • I would just adore you
  • Whether that would be a color I loathed much
  • I would just encourage you to muddle my canvas
  • Innocent or not
  • I would think I was once pure
  • Now I would breathe in more of you
  • Let the canvas be fulfilled eventually
  • You would be satisfied
  • I might not be so agreeable
  • Nonetheless, I would have a complete canvas
  • Messy or not, it would be my canvas
  • You would be you
  • Just more paint jobs for others
  • You would be you
  • Toying others’ sorrows for some colorful canvases
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