Blank Canvas

 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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