My Heart is an Open Canvas
My heart is an open canvas
waiting for an artist to use his mind to expand it.
As his hands move in each direction
His brush strokes begin to make connections.
The strokes get thicker as he starts to use more colors
to breathe life into an image that has yet to be discovered.
My heart is an open canvas and ready to be used
as a professional’s tool creating the perfect muse.
His hands flow freely, his thoughts are uninhibited
as he is inspired by his creation and the life that he has given it.
My heart was an open canvas and now it has been changed and
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