Chasing Stars.

Chasing Stars.

I gaze up to the stars
But I have to strain my eyes.
I can't see them up there
They're hiding in disguise.
I'm wanting to grab them
But it just seems too hard.
From here, this spot
They seem too far.
I don't want them to fade
Won't they stay for now?
Give me the time to dream
Don't take the last bow.
What am I chasing?
I'm looking up at these
I have to decide
Before they fade with the breeze.
Hold on, don't go away
Please don't leave, don't fade.
If only you'd wait a moment
You could just light up my day.

(c) Miss Amazing 2008

Paint me a picture

Paint Me A Picture

Drip, drop.
The paint falls onto my canvas
And for the moment
The rest of the world leaves me.
Drip, drop.
I fiddle with my brush as I think
What shall I create?
One curious idea intrigues me.
Drip, drop.
This sound is almost like music
Greying out the world
I play this tune all the time.
Drip, drop.
This pictures is taking shape now
I don't call it art
Because I just see it as mine.
Drip, drop.
I think its almost offensive
Do people think of it?
Would they consider it for purchase?
Drip, drop.
It's never good enough for me
I can't paint just one
So maybe it's not even worth it.
Drip, drop.
The paint falls onto my canvas
And for the moment
The rest of the world leaves me.
Drip, drop.
I've found my way to get away
But it isn't real
This way of dealing decieves me.
Drip, drop.