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by Mild insomnia Jan 2, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I’m an artist, A creative outlet, Trapped in a box, That’s flooding with tears. I’m an artist, It’s a gift, a talent, No one else in my family can paint, They refuse to watch. I’m an artist, A lawyer with pencils, Trained in my own way, But a black sheep to them. I’m an artist, I’ll paint you a world, Sketch you the stars, And mould you the sun.
by MAYBE TOMORROW
very colorful :) :killer: amazed once again