It Makes Me

The words that can flow like water and the dam that holds them back. That piece of paper that is my canvas and that pencil that is my paintbrush. The words that make paint and the feelings that make color. It Makes Me. Something so complex made into something so simple. My words can make a picture, beautiful or not, happing or sad; and a picture with not such pretty things. It Makes Me. Like and artist strokes a color onto a canvas, I write a word on a paper. Like and artist puts perspective in a picture, I put feelings into words. It Makes Me. The words that can flow like water and the dam that holds them back. That piece of paper that is my canvas and that pencil that is my paintbrush. The words that make paint and the feelings that make color. It Makes Me.