At art class...
He called
My drawing,
"Russian Roulette",
He was right,
And wrong,
Because I've
Been riding
A wave,
Blowing a line,
Throwing a
Curve,
All my life,
Just give me
A go!
And so,
My line
Is true,
Just give me
A go!
I can
Draw you,
Without a
Sketch,
Straight
To the quick,
With generous
Swerves,
Depicting
All your
Curves.
Just give
Me a stick
Of blackest
Charcoal
On creamy
Paper.
Just give me
A go!
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2009-11-01 at 00:14
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Russian Roulette
He called
My drawing,
"Russian Roulette",
He was right,
And wrong,
Because I've
Been riding
A wave,
Blowing a line,
Throwing a
Curve,
All my life,
Just give me
A go!
And so,
My line
Is true,
Just give me
A go!
I can
Draw you,
Without a
Sketch,
Straight
To the quick,
With generous
Swerves,
Depicting
All your
Curves.
Just give
Me a stick
Of blackest
Charcoal
On creamy
Paper.
Just give me
A go!
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 583 times
Written on 2009-11-01 at 00:14
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