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On my canvas tonight
On my canvas tonight:
If I painted a picture right now the canvas would be white with black spots
Inside each spot would be sections of me
There would be about 12 in total
The first would be a color green and it would be a simple oak tree leaf floating on a breeze
The second would be a blue mist blending into the black
The third would be an orange and red flame burning inside the black spot
The forth would be a set of brown eyes, the ones I see when I look at you
The fifth will be the moon and stars that I star up at every night thinking of you
The sixth will be a drawing of my breast I will use to nurse and comfort you
The seventh will be my lips I will use to never stop kissing you
The eighth one will be my hands that ache to touch you
The ninth will be my heart that I had chosen to give to you
The tenth will be my dream of being held by you
The eleventh would be your hands on my skin
The twelfth will be us together in the end and there would be star burst exploding as we hold each
Other in the black spot on the white canvas
seascape
If I painted a picture right now the canvas would be white with black spots
Inside each spot would be sections of me
There would be about 12 in total
The first would be a color green and it would be a simple oak tree leaf floating on a breeze
The second would be a blue mist blending into the black
The third would be an orange and red flame burning inside the black spot
The forth would be a set of brown eyes, the ones I see when I look at you
The fifth will be the moon and stars that I star up at every night thinking of you
The sixth will be a drawing of my breast I will use to nurse and comfort you
The seventh will be my lips I will use to never stop kissing you
The eighth one will be my hands that ache to touch you
The ninth will be my heart that I had chosen to give to you
The tenth will be my dream of being held by you
The eleventh would be your hands on my skin
The twelfth will be us together in the end and there would be star burst exploding as we hold each
Other in the black spot on the white canvas
seascape
Published 23rd Jun 2014
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