the artist
"The Artist"
Paint a picture upon my lips
Color in my cheeks with gold
And outline my freckles in bold.
Draw me as you see me;
Green eyes, tiny smile, life unspoken,
And, maybe, just a little bit broken.
Sketch my rough edges in graphite
Record how I am rocky as the coast -
For it is my flaws the artist loves most.
m.l.p.
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