I am the canvas
White and waiting to be painted
Colors sinking into my pale skin
Or are they bleeding from within?
Running through my veins
A painting comes to life
From my blazing eyes
They dance down my face
A symphony on my brush
Playing softly as we touch
A beautiful cohesion
We are one
Overlapping as time goes on
Aged and cracked beneath every fresh coat
I am living art
A breathing masterpiece...
I'm always changing because I'm always growing. I'm a rose; may I bloom above my thorns. I'm often quite tongue tied, so I prefer to speak through ink.
Jesus♥ long walks while listening to music♥ art♥sunrises♥writing: poetry, prose, and novels♥chivalry♥laughing♥ singing♥ dancing♥and exploring Polyvore!