Green tint to your hair dye;
with a purple shade of lips.
All now complete with purple
makeup on your eye.

Made up blemishes and all;
paints the stroke of realism.
Unlovable parts to be loved;
Too much of a free spirit,
to keep count of your soul.

Rest upon my artistic love;
though I don't own a mattress.
Been long to train out my love;
and exercising my emotions.
So I might be out of practice.

Drew out my heart;
drawing out your picture,
As I fell in love with an idea.
What a pencil put onto paper;
as I drew you out all alone.
But hopes of being a feature.

(Lonesome artist)

In love with his drawings;
but also an artist ever so lonely.