Siting on my bed.
Pencil in hand, paper on lap.
Ideas flowing from my brain down my arm to my hand.
Hand responding by moving over the paper with pencil pressed to it.
Line by line the art is created
Soon the only thing that has been on my mind all day
is now on the paper
Its your name followed by
I Love You
crappy I know but I felt like making a poem so lay off lol ^^
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yea... i gots stuff to say so you can listen...
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