The way you focus your camera And get that gleam in your eye Right before capturing a moment Before it slips away
He loves me not
The way you focus on me And get that sparkle in your eye Right before capturing my lips with yours Before our moment slips away
He loves me
Everything you touch is art
He loves me not
The way your fingers glide across The guitar strings As you breathe melody into the world
He loves me
The way your fingers glide across My bare skin As you breathe fire into my bones
He loves me not
Everything about you is art
He loves me
But nothing about me is
He loves me not
Me, the empty canvas
He loves me
You, my only form of art
He loves me not
One intoxicating touch
He loves me
My broken heart
*He loves me not
Alas, art is something found within you not given to you by someone else. And that day I lost my heart to you, I found that art within myself
(Hello again loves, this particular piece dates back to 2010 but I found it to be very interesting. I don't think I still understand all of it but leave your thoughts, comments, etc below and happy writing! ~BM)