Spoiler: Marquessa

A blank canvas I see in front of me

I desire to paint my vision of thee 

Whilst I dip my brush in the joyful color

And stroke on my creation ever so perfect

I polish thee feeling ever proud 

And when I stare into my masterpiece

I dare to express my admiration!

Oh how I boast perfection of my piece! 

Taking pictures of my goddess creation!

For as if I love thee!

Yet when I stare into thy eyes

Thy eyes turn away 

And so I take my brush and fix thy eyes 

Yet thy eyes still look away

For as I kept trying 

As I kept painting and painting 

I felt as though you were only fading away 

Visitors so often see us

Would only give a sneer 

As the only thing they’ll ever see

Is a blank canvas

And a lonely creator  

By Trisha Tran ‘23, Contributing Writer

23ttran@montroseschool.org