Day 127: For the girl who made me write again

For the girl who made me write again
you have my sincerest regards
for every blank paper came to life
every white canvas had colors
and every dark room lit up

the dead trees had a sense of purpose
as my pen bleeds and creates
my imagination has found
its rightful place
and came to life

special symbol became words
and these words turned to phrases
these phrases turned to sentence
then these sentence turned to paragraphs
and all of these started when you entered my life

you made every canvas a living piece
as I  turn my words to art
I mold these letters and form these phrases
and smile like an idiot
for finally creating one

I do not credit these writings to me
for I am merely the encoder
the true piece of inspiration was you
So you deserve the endless praise
in every writing I make

I only write the words and symbols
and you give life to them
if to you, you are nothing more
to me,
you are everything

a walking piece of art is what you are
and I am just the writer
as if the canvas of life was  white
and you are the paint
Thank you