Ditched the plan.
I fell in love with his talk,
No confidence in his walk.
I fell for his smile
Only seen every once and awhile.
I fell for his embrace,
But there is horror on his face
When I saw the art
On his arm, from his heart.
Then I rolled up my sleeve,
Only for a moment, it was brief.
I showed him the things I do
His face turned a ghastly hue
He pulled me close and asked, “You draw too?”