Colours I breathe, I see, I love, I want
Patterns and shapes that inspire my being.
Whimsical I am when I see my art in the purest form.
My spirit sings like the early morning birds with every picture perfect look that stares me right in the eye.
My body screams with every perfectly contoured crease and cheeks.
My soul smiles with every carefully pouty lip, divinely shaped.
Beautiful, flawless, unforgettable skin like it was dipped in honey and gold.
Now my heart weeps, why why why don’t you understand my art?
You pretend you do, but u have no idea
A disease that eats your deep inside
a virus that runs through your body
The two together? Deadly.
My heart weeps again and again cos my art suffers in the hands of you.
What keeps me going?
Passion!!!!! Love!!!! For my ART