Art and Me

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You don't understand
Pencil lines
And pastel colors
Are my paradise

Smudged graphite on my hands
Paint stains on my clothes
I don't need a journal of thoughts
I have the smell of art

The tip of my pencil
Pen
Paintbrush
Charcoal stick

They all connect
To my brain
To my heart
They are my escape

Grey gradients
And sharp black lines
Blended colors
And blurry figures

Pops of red
Inside of back
Pops of white
Inside of red

The smell of art
She lingers here
The art is scented
And here she lingers

You don't understand
I prefer my paper
And drawings and pictures
To you

I could sit here all day
In my artistic mess
I like the feel of art way better
Than waiting room chairs

I don't want to talk
I just want to draw
My pens connect to my heart
And my brain

Want to know how I feel?
I drew a sunset in blue
That girl is wearing a mask
And thy boy is crying tears of stars

Want to hear what I think?
There is a hand, shooting a gun
It hits a heart
There is a sink, overflowing with color

If you want to know me
Take a look at what I draw
What I paint
What I write

Art, she lingers here
She connects my heart to the paper
My brain to the lines as curves
Art, she lingers everywhere

You don't understand
You drag me away
I kick and yell for reasons
You don't understand

This is the only therapy I need
My pencils and I
I tell them to move
They listen and I dream

My pencils don't prod and poke
They listen and listen and listen
They do as their told
My pencils don't question

My paints they don't ask why
They simply put color in my life
That's all anyone could ask for
Art, she colors my life

You don't understand
I don't want anything you are offering
I want to be alone
Just my pens and me

I want to drown myself in paper
But it will be a good drowning
The kind that carries you away
A secret place

I want to overload my walls
But in a good way
That way my art can take me away
A sweet escape

Art is all I need
So shut the door when you leave
All I need is pencils and pens
And lines and curves and color

All I need is
Art and me

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