Without a Word
It's not emotion that I lack
It's a crippling disability
Oh what words should I use to describe
What feelings are whirling inside of me
Like a painter who has from his pallete
So many a colour to choose
Yet the brush cannot paint strokes of its own
Without the painter putting the colours to use
posted by Princessse @ 1:19 pm
The feelings lay not dormant.
They are there for all to see.
This canvas asks but of you,
to express what it is you feel.
The artist shall do the painting,
the brush is not to be blamed for the piece.
Look within the artist,
to find why it is not at peace.