I like to trace the outlines,
The hills and the crevices,
Every curve that frames your features.
The flicker of your long lashes,
That crease at the corners you could call a smile,
Just watching them all ripple and sway,
As the expressions flash onto the canvas.
And here I am,
Endlessly observing,
Dreaming,
Falling;
Captivated by the artist at work.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
I like to trace the outlines,
The hills and the crevices,
Every curve that frames your features.
The flicker of your long lashes,
That crease at the corners you could call a smile,
Just watching them all ripple and sway,
As the expressions flash onto the canvas.
And here I am,
Endlessly observing,
Dreaming,
Falling;
Captivated by the artist at work.