Hi... Well this is my first poem. I haven't named it yet. I would love to hear what you think about it :)
Canvas spread, the ink was dry She poured her heart into it Into the piece of paper, she tried to fit Thoughts that would, otherwise make her cry
Heart fluttered, fingers were numb The wounds were deep, she couldn't help but succumb She tried to pull through, tried to dismiss Obliviate the coldness, to find her inner peace Put aside the dark thoughts, scourged her brains Searching for a moment of forgotten bliss
Instead, she let the paper bleed ink Capturing her myriad emotions, In hues of yellow, black and pink And in writing she found her solace Hopes arose and mood was lifted in a flash For words became her unshed tears An alternative to wetting her eyelash She wielded her pen, to express her pain Set them free, all her inhibitions and all her fears...
Canvas spread, the ink was dry
She poured her heart into it
Into the piece of paper, she tried to fit
Thoughts that would, otherwise make her cry
Heart fluttered, fingers were numb
The wounds were deep, she couldn't help but succumb
She tried to pull through, tried to dismiss
Obliviate the coldness, to find her inner peace
Put aside the dark thoughts, scourged her brains
Searching for a moment of forgotten bliss
Instead, she let the paper bleed ink
Capturing her myriad emotions,
In hues of yellow, black and pink
And in writing she found her solace
Hopes arose and mood was lifted in a flash
For words became her unshed tears
An alternative to wetting her eyelash
She wielded her pen, to express her pain
Set them free, all her inhibitions and all her fears...