i swore to myself i'd get better at art this year.
i've had a slump, i could barely paint anything.
that's why i joined this damn class with kids who slack off.
but then you joined, and sat next to me, and talked to me, and made me laugh,
and when i looked at your face, i swear i felt that glint in your eyes spark something in me.
the scarlet of your sweater, the cherry blossom pink of your hair, the dark chocolate brown of your eyes,
they all swirl together, and you've become my muse.
