I've never been good when it comes to art
My strokes are either too soft or too rough
I can never intertwine the colors just right
To make them seem as if they were meant to be
I am no Leonardo De Vinci
I can't draw with my eyes open
Leonardo drew with his heart
Art is for the passionate eye
I am no artist
I cannot visualize lines
My art is the kind where I string letters together
I play with words not paints
I write with my heart not eyes
My kind of art is called poetry.

The last thing I ever imagined,
Is writing you, my very last.
But this, happened...