*sweetheart, your hands are shaking.
where did your courage go?
you used to be so strong.
how did you lose your fire?
won't you please put down the bottle.
please pick up your pencil and draw.
draw me a cloud that i can sit upon,
and watch you grow.
your art means something to me.
oh honey, when did you let the world change you?
you promised you could do it.
why did you stop trying to find beauty?
it is there, under the blankets.
please look inside because there is more.
it hurts me to see you so desolate.
i wanted more for you,
i wanted you to see the world and to paint it.
don't let your talent go to waste.
i love you.*
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
*sweetheart, your hands are shaking.
where did your courage go?
you used to be so strong.
how did you lose your fire?
won't you please put down the bottle.
please pick up your pencil and draw.
draw me a cloud that i can sit upon,
and watch you grow.
your art means something to me.
oh honey, when did you let the world change you?
you promised you could do it.
why did you stop trying to find beauty?
it is there, under the blankets.
please look inside because there is more.
it hurts me to see you so desolate.
i wanted more for you,
i wanted you to see the world and to paint it.
don't let your talent go to waste.
i love you.*
