butterflies

9

"what are you drawing?"
i asked him, innocently leaning towards
him to get a better look.

he held the sketchbook closer
to his chest, "secret." he smirked

"will you show me?"

he nodded,
"i'll show you once i'm finished."

i nodded and took a seat in front of him,
"okay."

10 minutes had passed and his
hand went under my chair to pull me closer.

"look."

he turned the sketchbook around.

my lips slightly parted in surprise.

"beautiful, right?"

i nodded, with a smile.

it was me.

and when it's you,
who draws me as a piece of art,

then even i'll agree that i'm
a little bit beautiful.

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