Pen, Paper, Me
The man that stood before me did nothing
But the Man in the mirror
Held his pen to his paper and drew what he saw
His pen was firmly in his hand
His eyes were fixed on me
Professionally sketching something beautiful
A smile escaped his lips as he drew
He drew lines, angles and curves with precision
Highlighting and emphasizing my beauty
Everything had happened so quickly
We had just met, it was his first time with me
But he drew like he had known me for years
Like he understood every part of me
We connected
We were in our own world
Here he stands as one man in reality
Friendly, outgoing, simple and classy
And as a different person in that mirror
Just one evident quality, An Artist.
I stare at that mirror and I’m lost in your eyes
I want to reach out and touch you
But I have to be still for you to draw
We are separated by a glass
But still, You remain the best thing this month
Whatever you do, Don’t stop drawing
Don’t leave.
My wonderful, unique and awesome Artist in the mirror.
Amazing!!!
WOW
Awesome article girl….