He dips his brush again
It drifts across the canvas in smooth motions
And in time, it slowly forms his emotions
The picture is done; he still feels the same
He knows that no matter how many paintings he paints
His emotions will never disappear
The artist tries and tries, but he is only human.
And humans are flawed no matter how you look at the picture
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC
He dips his brush again
It drifts across the canvas in smooth motions
And in time, it slowly forms his emotions
The picture is done; he still feels the same
He knows that no matter how many paintings he paints
His emotions will never disappear
The artist tries and tries, but he is only human.
And humans are flawed no matter how you look at the picture