"A blank canvas"

There was once a girl.

A girl clad in white.

And she would paint

upon her canvas.

She would paint it yellow.

She would paint it orange.

She painted the sun.

She painted flowers

that danced in the light.

She would paint her canvas with green.

She would paint it with blue.

The trees that stand tall.

The endless blue sky.

And yet her painting felt empty.

Her painting felt lonely.

But one day,

all that changed.

She met a boy.

A boy who sang of joy.

A boy who sang of peace.

She could not help

but fall in love with him.

He would sing  his love for her.

She would paint her love for him.

Together they would dance

within their world of colors.

They promised each other

that they will not keep memories.

So they can cherish their times together.

So that they could leave if they have to.

Together they sang.

Together they painted.

Together they danced.

And together they loved.

She painted of them walking

beneath the stars.

She painted of them being held

in each other's arms.

They painted their canvas with red,

they painted it violet.

But for a love meant to be,

their tale didn't end happily.

On that day,

she lost everything.

On that day,

her paintings

gone.

And no matter what he did,

she would no longer paint.

She who lost her colors,

She who lost her songs,

She who lost her dances,

is now left with

but a blank canvas.

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Just a piece I've been working on for a while. I actually got the idea for this piece like by creating a story first before writing it. My usual style is to write the story from the poetry, in case y'all don't know.

What story? Well... This one! Wrote it up when I was supposed to be sleeping instead haha!
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"How I can know I can trust you?" she asked, letting go of his hand suddenly. He was taken aback by her outburst but did not say anything. She stared at him with eyes filled with doubt and yet, he did nothing but just simply stood where he was.

"How can I know that we were what you said? How can I believe  anything you or anyone has said about us? I can believe my family due to there being records. But there's nothing concrete between us.

No pictures. No letters. Nothing! So how can I know that you are indeed as you claim to be? How would I know you're not simply taking advantage of me? How would I know that you're exactly as how you're showing yourself to me right now?

How? How can I actually believe that we used to be lovers?" she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. All her fears and uncertainties that she kept bottled up finally broke through her usually calm demeanor.

He took two steps closer to her and suddenly raised his hand. She quickly closed her eyes and braced herself for an imminent slap. Maybe this is how he really is, she thought. But what came next was not a slap but a soft pat on her head. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw him looking up into the sky as he slowly patted her head. She could see a deep sadness within his eyes. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh. He took a step away from her and turned to face her.

"Indeed. There's nothing concrete between us. It was just an invisible bond. The me and the you I knew, we have already painted our canvas. Our colors, our style, we've already have filled our canvas with all our hearts. But the you now, you are but a blank canvas. You, who lost and forgotten everything, were given the chance to repaint your life again.

You can paint it a different color. You can paint it a different way. You can even paint it with someone else.  What I wanted was to show you the 'you' that I knew and loved. I wanted to show you what she painted but, I guess, I was wrong to force you."

He turned from her and started walking away. As tears fell from his eyes, he told her.

"Go paint your blank canvas the way you want. I'll just take the painting that the you I knew left me."

That day, the autumn wind never felt so cold.

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Well, I hope you enjoy this update after being MIA for such a long time!

Till the next update!

D.A signing off~

Poetry : Love's echo

Inspired by :

Kokia - Love Echo

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In this world of static emotions,

Within the mundane sounds of everyday,

Your voice pierced through that cacophony.

Your voice broke through the normality.

Your gentle voice reached me

Above the babble of the crowd.

Your song awoke within me

This feeling called love.

Let me hear your singing voice.

Let me watch your graceful dance.

Even if the world brushes you off,

Know that I will always be your audience.

Listening to your soft serenade,

Your melancholic eyes, enchanting me.

Why do you sing?
Why does your voice not falter?

Even under the cold rain,

You stood there singing.

Why do you sing for this cruel world?

What hope drives you?

Hey,

Let us build our own world.

Our world where the rain sparkles.

Our world where the stars twinkle.

A world filled with your serene melody

Within this spring of love,

our hearts entwined.

Towards the beckoning horizon,

Let me hear you sing the song of our love.

Amplifying, your feelings resound within me,

Listening to your love's echoing.

Growing, feeling your emotions with my hands.

I await, for your love's echo

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Finally finished this piece I was working on for months. I swear getting a writer's block isn't a pretty thing.

And to make matters worse, I'm running out of songs that can be used as inspiration for myself. Problem with listening to a limited array of artists I guess? Haha!

Well, read 'em and weep and do leave comments/critiques in the comment section thanks~