You
I believe I was drawn to you/The way I think/The way you feel
They way we both feel/It created a vision in my mind /Something more that couldn't be expressed/On a plane paper and blue lines/Turned from a poetic composition to a sketch /That I drew really quickly, not wasting time/Not missing a detail illustrating/Your hair, nose, cheeks, eyes and lips/Even illustrating your eyes when you squint/Embracing the feeling and drawing everything that I sense
Drawing you giving you all my self/Wondering if love should make sense/I pencil you in Trusting it won't be the wrong decision/Every detail has a significant meaning/And scared to have high expectations of you and have to erase
I pencil you in; I only have an idea of you/An interest I feel in my heart
That I feel I can trust you; I draw the sketch to a close/Completeing it and/ realizing you are a work of art/I seize the moment of this precise feeling
Knowing that art shows me that there is some truth/That it can cause a heart some healing/The sketch is complete and move on to the final drawing/I draw you with more patience taking my time
Not rushing into anything because this masterpiece is the truth this time /No distractions all concentration, no errors/But I do have my eraser close by, hesitant of giving my whole heart away/Trust is the main issue
you being strong for me I know that feeling should be gone one day
Bringing your face out, and your expressions/Turning the drawing into a painting that I could put on canvas/Through vivid colors and creativity that could speak its own lectures/ Im drawn to you, developing a powerful feeling even a likeness
Beginning to paint I recreate you that's felt in my heart and mind/Painting what I see, what I feel, what I want,/Through this poem that I verbalize
I hope the audience can imagine this image of you
This metaphor of you being my masterpiece/This canvas talks on its own, your portrait is complete and not blinded/I wonder if you know who You are and if you know your a showpiece
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