Wow. I know it's been a while, and I'm sorry! I was away on a school trip to Italy, then I had an AP exam on European History and then - believe it or not - I went to Florida for a long weekend. But I missed this site, so I'm reviving my membership on here, you could say.
I'm actually entering this poem in a contest, and I wanted to say thank you to everyone who gave me tips on here! I pretty much used them all I think, and did some revamping with it, especially since the line limit was thirty-two lines. So there was a lot of combining lines and such, but I think it came out much better than before -- figured I'd post the new version here! Thank you so much for your help on here, and I can't wait to start reading and writing again on here.
A Picture of My Own
Paint me a picture, oh artist,
With your all-seeing eyes
Nimble fingers so wise,
Paint me a picture on this aging blank canvas,
Give it a life; breathe into it, life,
So it will sit useless no more,
Paint me a picture, oh artist,
I’m sure there are colors on that palette of yours
That can maybe give a theme, a reason, an aim
To a canvas so plain and dim,
Paint me a sky, who’s blue never fades,
With birds that sing without fear of who hears,
Paint me flowers with beautiful blossoms
Who capture the envy of those walking by,
Paint me love, oh please paint me love
Never seen it before, but I’m dying to know
Whether it be the glow of the sun or colors of a rainbow,
Radiance of a smile or glisten of tears,
Paint me love, a love ever true
A love I can call my own,
Paint me a picture, oh artist,
Paint me a picture before time is gone;
A picture with spirit and hope
With love and ambition
With dreams and a life;
A life I’d be happy to claim
As my own.
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