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Nodding off or bopping either or is enlightening  to a situation  I am made aware.   Distracted by a melody These smooth beats move,  but cause me to  stop and listen.  
You were perfect...too perfect, Your warm smile sheltered your bitter words Those deep blue eyes focused far beyond me You only confirmed my greatest fear:
Sleep controls our minds, it wraps itself around our though process until it seeps into our neurons by the power of suggestion
He noticed me and picked up a brush; he is his canvas. He was missing a few stripes and wanted to fill them in. Black streaks fly across the painting; the strokes looked almost skin like.
Crayola, crayon, color. It’s nice, pretty, and one of its own nothing will be like it.
My life is my canvas Everyday a new struggle Everyday a new scar  
So here I am Thinking About the thoughts That won't come About the fututre. And as I think My mind swirls And the nothingness That comes in waves Stops.
She tried drawing herself as a lover on the canvas of his mind He erased all her sketches when her called her just a friend With one innocent word, she knew it was over then
My face is not my canvas I can contour I can paint I can outline I can manipulate I Cannot tell a story I Cannot move others emotionally I Cannot be studied   My real canvas
Drip in and out of reality,
Everyone's got a canvas
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me? My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
I feel like a blank paper and nothing more absent of color, tone, and glow  
life is like a canvas u add paint chage the color make the design but with this canvass you are never sure on how the canvas would look or how people will percieve it
A lack of thought dictates my eyes- these eyes of despair. So, I dissect the rusted window frame, with my dry fingers, looking for a way out, but I can't leave. I look around for an escape and see a canvas-
My canvas needs paint My prison needs bars The light sheds through the darkness The darkness that has kept me in the shadows for 9 withering months Paint the colors of the rainbow on her canvas
Staring at a wall is like a painter with a blank canvas You don't know what to make To create What is your inspiration? Grab that bottle of red paint and throw away your paintbrush
We stare into the heavens As the sun disappeared. Disappeared behind the snow capped mountains. The air slowly coldens As we're blanketed by the dark And gaze at the diamond sparkled canvas.
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