We’re all artists for all I care, I just happen to hold a brush.
“I’m not one for sure” he says.
I like the way you draw lines when your boundaries are crossed, I like the way you draw me insane and to the edge of the bed. I like the way you draw smile, and laughter on people’s faces, I like the way you drew my attention to you..
You’re not an artist you say. Your art at life will always be my favorite though.




















