The LinesPisky quick and the newgirl in school,Everything is tempera bricks gone to mud, andtheycallit watercolors;Crayon bright musk and scribbleOutside the lines,where I'm not sposed to go and they won't stop telling meI'm wrong.Graphite wanders in, a houseguest in my retreatoutstaying his welcome in gray and notblacksafety, definingMe,Until I find the courage to paintwithout lines.
*sigh*
me and my cutsie.
HAHA oh my god those flies are creepy twitchy GET THEM AWAAAAY