I stared at you like a blank canvas
Filled with possibilities
Yet I have not the tools to work with you
Like an artist without a brush
Imagine the frustration of my creativity
In my head I have painted pretty pictures
Here gazing at you, shallow and bare
I have no paint to bring my imaginations into fruition
Finally I have thrown in the towel
Imprisoned emotions
Like fire in a paper cup
One day they will consume me
Nina Fabunmi
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