Paving the way into the future
Sharing Montmartre songs
With painters on the side
Picturesque ideals....

You were once with me
Scarred by words of yore
Said beauty was all yours
Said I'd never high cheekbones.

I look'd within and sought light
And mixed colours, all from white
Temerity to stare life in the eye
With pain(t) dashed across my cheek.

So, now the years have roll'd
And many a canvas sold
You pass by...gaunt, high cheekbones
Wanna buy a painting?



Star Toucher, 22 March 2013