Blank Canvas
 
strokes across the canvas -first Black, then Blue
my hands echo my thoughts -all i think of is You
a touch of White -i don't know why
all you ever did was make me Cry
 
swirl the Reds and a rose is born
recall the Pain, the loss -i mourn
Pondering shadow, hue, and light
i blend the Colors to hide my plight
 
when the acrylics dry, the Deed is done
but the tears i cry cause the Paint to run
the Canvas, now blank, twisted, and maimed
hangs in my heart -and the title?- your Name