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if i’m not an artist what
on earth am I?
if i’m not an artist why
am i here?
if i’m not an artist now
then when?
if i’m not an artist why
can’t I be?

The upbringing of a person could lead to a frivolous publican.
A brother and sister are both witnessing the featherbrained fool.
This world we live in is a bit bamboozle

Escaping to a state of ecstasy with your purple kaleidoscope why don't we shape the future and use cinnamon soap.

With your undercoats it's an antidote for a hurtful situation
It's like we are burning in ice.
Your a magician but you can't stop stupid.

Adolescents knowing the need to finish yet they are taking over to much to cope.
So now they are discovering, considering, cinnamon soap.

Absurd, observe, absorb
Sounds all the same to me.

i become
very aware
of my chewing
when there
is somebody
**** in the
room.

The chin is where I'll begin.
Round, similar to a bubble, though able to touch.

To the lips, full and raw.
They say yours are a door to ones heart.
Together, the mouth that tells secrets and lies to keep those you love.

Jawline symmetrical like a pair of birds wings. Watch them tense then fly.

A check so soft that I need to feel it over and over to prove its existence.

Above, the nose, so you can smell the honey cinnamon nectar on me, attracting you like a bumblebee.

Then our eyes. Yours brown like melted chocolate and mine ice blue. They met and in that second I felt a deep and profound connection.
Faces.

People aren’t born (I thought whilst watching a passionate artist perform their blood for the audience),
They are found.

At the depth of night,
I stood,
You were there,
Circling,
Circling me like a shark does to their prey.

I loved her,
Growing up together,
But the separation of tertiary education,
I became more selfish,
I saw you were hurt,
Majorly hurt,
I hurt also,
But it was you,
And I had to withdraw myself,
Away from you,
I didn’t understand you see,
I was being selfish to survive,
To live another day to be selfish
And to be able to be in your aura,
Even though I knew you were hurting
I needed to get better before
So I could just see you
In all that is a strong light.
But you were hurting and I didn’t do anything,
I selfishly sustained my desire over you to only see you later.

i know i can't make music like some.
i know i can't make paints play like some.

but i know what i can do more than some.
I can love you more than anyone.