Black strokes,
Red strokes,
Pencil a line,
Write a poem.
Sitting and thinking,
Watching the time fly by.
Is this all a dream?
Is it reality for the better?
Who really knows?
Not I.
Not you.
Not anyone.
Life is always so busy,
Do you ever take the time to pick up a brush and paint?
Do you ever take the time to pick up a pencil and write?
Or do you think life is only electronics?
Why do you do what you do?
Why don’t you write or paint?
Paint and Poems are a great release.
Black strokes for sadness,
Red strokes for anger.
Pencil a line of joy,
Write a poem of true love.
How has life passed us by so fast?
Is it because we never pay attention to the little things?
You won’t always be young,
You won’t always have the opportunities.
What will you do,
When you’re all out of time?
Will you wish you had done more,
Or could you care less?
Life is always full of surprises,
Love,
Sadness,
Death,
Joy.
My life is full of friends,
Crushes,
Paint,
And Poems.
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