Blank canvas

When my brain is feeling blue,

And it hurts to think of you.

I will reach for something sharp,

And I'll begin my art.

 

I'll write the stress away,

And I'll have something to say.

For when I finally get through,

I will be improved.

 

It won't take long to feel,

For no one's made of steel.

You will finally see,

What you mean to me.

 

For when I'm feeling blank,

I'll have something to say.

It was worth my time,

To finally make a rhyme.

Reviews

[Daliah Valley]

Aw. Thi sis a great poem. I love the title.

[Cierra]

Thank you, very much.