When I was young my fingers wrote with rainbows 

and who knows why I was inspired by the way the leaves danced

and it's oustanding how I wrote at any chance,

The leaves were detailed they all told me their stories 

some were veterans and conquered many territories

some were strong and some were weak

but each one would listen to me

but as the sun went down my colors faded

my words were black and white 

no place for gray in between

No inspiration for the place i've been trapped in

but then i saw my leaves...

It was imprinted on his cheek  as if it told me to believe

It's funny because each story he told me

his shoulder was their for my black tears

he would listen to me just like they once did...

Fall has come early

And soon you'll be underneath my tree

It's funny how all I want for christmas is the one who fills with glee

Even how you view the world is creativity to me

When our hands touch my glasses fall off and the rigid lines 

No longer confine me

Through our hugs you squeeze the color that was kept inside 

all the color spilling at my sides

My eyes are wide as I take my paint brush 

and my words create masterpieces 

all just by what you make me feel

You slowly show me all thats real

revealing the madness I have within me still

Just like a pill that I take when i'm ill

you are the medicine to my creativity 

The answer to my dreams 

You've shown me my madness 

and the creativty within me

I may have been that cold winter night...

But you are my cozy fall day...

Each word you speak is a representation of the thanksgiving I have in me...

I'll be thankful for you

because you are the creativity in me