A Poet on Paper pt.1

I'm still writing about love, Instead of searching for it. Hence,

I shall be a poet on paper.

I still get broken and write on this blank canvas. While my hands are red, From all the love escaping my heart, And on this canvas, I find myself a poet on paper.

I still remember my love life, From the art gallery. But once again here I am, Painting her image so vivid. Her eyes like crystals, Her smile captured by dimples, Her hair flowing like a waterfall, Her like ness none I have seen. Oh, once again, I'm just a poet on paper.

Though am a poet on paper, I shall be a poet on her mind, One day.