Canvas

Never done a poem before so I thought I'd try. "The canvas red and black She can paint a lovely picture But"

Canvas

She holds her brush against the canvas
And starts to draw
Here there, everywhere
Until her wrists are raw
Looking at it as she falls back
Dropping the brush
The canvas red and black
She can paint a lovely picture
But
The story has a twist
Her paintbrush is a razor
And her canvas is her wrist

Reviews

[Bluefire]

Very good. I love the dark twist and the ryme and rhythm. :3

[Jolie Blossom]

Wow, you definitely put a twist on this. It was good and especially for your first poem. I have a poem about cutting as well, i know a few people who are affected by it. :(

[W0lf-tale]

Thank you! Means a lot :) I'll check your poem out! And it really does affect people. I get really emotional when I see someone with scars on their wrists :'{