Canvas

Paint me a Canvas,
And I'll be your sky.
We don't need reasons,
We just need to fly.

I sea the ocean,
In your eyes.
We don't need reasons,
We need to fly.

I'm the coffee stain,
You're the window pane.
The canvas is full of colors.
Colors that ask why?
But we don't need reasons,
We need to fly.


(I don't know what this poem is suposed to mean. Its not really written for anyone. It was written cause the words came into my head and flew threw my fingertips. I guess it's kind of meaning that you don't care what happens or why certain things happen, just that they happen is all that matters.