well my dad just recently just past-away and i went into shock and they had to take me to the hospital because i had a nerval breakdown and it was scariest shit that i've ever gone through and i just want to say that i wish that i was the one who past-away instead of my dad and now i'm just fealing so pist and i don't know what to do with all the medicene that i'm taking i feal like a freaking pill eating machine, well right now i have to go to see my dads grave and all that stuff so i'll be waiting for some of you to message me back.
Your lips, your eyes, your soul Are like a work of art, The most creative thing of all Is your beautiful heart. If you were a painting, No colours could express The beauty deep inside you, A rainbow, nothing less.
If you were a sculpture The clay could hardly make Your figure of an angel Without one mistake.
If you were a epiphany No choir could really sing All the beautiful music Your eyes could possibly bring.
So here I am, an artist, With inspiration beyond belief But to capture such rare beauty, I'd have to be a thief