1. My mind awakens,
My hair straightens,
My eyes widen,
My ears open,
All for it.
2. My finger struggles,
My grip tightens,
My pen scribbles,
My paper stiffens,
Still for it.
3. My feet scrambles,
My time rushes,
My excitement multiplies,
My feelings aroused,
Again for it.
4. What does my body have,
What does this fine art possess,
What does it do to me,
That it sickens me deep,
Because of it.
5. Please forgive my love,
For the art and the music,
For the endless story telling pages,
And,
For the continuous desire to create 😉
Hugs and kisses,
Everbright 😘🤗
YOU ARE READING
That Little Artist
PoetryAnother book of poems that I express my feelings (no sad ones though).. Hugs and kisses, Everbright. 😘🤗
