A Starving Artist
Paint me the colors I have never seen
Make me feel the passion in your eyes.
With your talents touch me deep within
My submission will be your very prize.
I am the canvas you will make an impression upon.
How will you paint it?
The violent blazing of a red sun?
The emptiness of a bottomless pit?
The pureness of a cool wintry snow?
Will I feel like an eagle soaring high?
Will I be left empty, full of sorrow?
Will I be overjoyed, or sad and cry?
Whatever your final decision may be,
you won't be a starving artist leaving me.
Make me feel the passion in your eyes.
With your talents touch me deep within
My submission will be your very prize.
I am the canvas you will make an impression upon.
How will you paint it?
The violent blazing of a red sun?
The emptiness of a bottomless pit?
The pureness of a cool wintry snow?
Will I feel like an eagle soaring high?
Will I be left empty, full of sorrow?
Will I be overjoyed, or sad and cry?
Whatever your final decision may be,
you won't be a starving artist leaving me.
posted by Jean Nasr at 3:28 PM
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