the pastels on my hands
run off
in diluted droplets
down the drain of my shower.i made you art, a masterpiece.
but i swear you
never
ever made me art.how dare you say that you did?
fraud
the pastels on my hands
run off
in diluted droplets
down the drain of my shower.i made you art, a masterpiece.
but i swear you
never
ever made me art.how dare you say that you did?