Waiting for colour

Waiting patiently
Collecting dust
Sitting on a desk that’s starting to rust

Waiting to be painted a shade of red
Wanting for someone to clear their head
And to not be just be covered with lead

Waiting to be filled with colour
To not in remain of piles of rubber

Waiting to be completed
Filled with sketches from the past
Only now used for small crafts

Still waiting after years
But all remains the same
Blank and empty
Waiting for time to pass
Wanting to be filled with colour