Everyone is an artist in their own right,
I wasn't born an exceptionally good dancer or singer
And I did not possess the skill of drawing either.
But I too was born an artist

I sculpted words into poems and rhymes,
I carved life into their limp bodies,
And I painted pictures of you with these words.
The words placed next to reach other
To compliment the beauty that emanated off you.
I too was an artist.

The words twirled around the page like ballerinas on a stage.
I choreographed a sequence too,
Just so they could move as swiftly as you did.
I too was an artist

I composed symphonies with my words
They sang of your dreamy eyes and beaming smile
The words warmed the soul like sunshine rays,
On winter days.
I too was an artist.