Artist


I wish
I wish I had the hands of an artist.
I would fill sketch books of just your face,
Your expressions,
Oh, I would be blessed

I wish I had the hands of an artist
I would mold clay in hopes to match that smile,
The unforgettable looks you give me,
when you're just mine, and no one else's.
Oh, I would be blessed.

I wish I had the hands of an artist,
I would carve the locks of hair that fall down by your cheeks,
Into old red wood,
I'd run my fingers through the thin indentions all day.
Oh, I would be blessed.

But I am an artist,
The way I lay down next to you
It's irreplicable,
the colors we make,the molds, the imprints,
The way we shape each other up.
Oh, am I blessed,
Just with the thought that you would create art with me.

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