One day this boy
He took his hands and laid them across my thighs
Sitting directly in my vision
He took his hands and he molded me
Like artist mold clay into beatifying works of art
He molded me in this way
Creased and cut away pieces of what I was
Shaped and edged what I am today
That boy I met was an artist
7 months
It took him to completely change me
I believe he even molded my heart with abit of black clay
Maybe that’s why everything’s been so dark lately
But that boy was indeed an artist