That Blank Canvas

I painted that blank canvas with bright colours:

Red, blue, black, purple, and yellow.

But the most beautiful part was her brown eyes.

They were looking at me like they wanted to say something,

Like they were hiding millions of secrets behind those gorgeous pupils.

They had lots of emotions painted into them, 

They looked so real ... so wise. 

 

For others, he was just a painting drawn on a sheet of paper, 

But for me,

She was a mysterious girl that just emerged out from a blank world, 

Which was as deserted as a coffin in a graveyard. 

 

I painted that blank canvas with my emotions:

Sad, gloomy, mysterious, and impenetrable.

Maybe,  she needed someone who can understand those hidden phrases,

Which are eager to find meaning of their existence.

No one can understand that pain behind those brown eyes,

But only those cheeks who tasted that salty water every time she got hurt, 

Or, maybe those eyelids 

Who hid her pain behind their thick sheet of darkness.

 

I painted that blank canvas with my fear of pain,

Which haunted me every lonely night.

Now that I have a companion

That canvas will never remain blank.