I am....
I am art.
My body is my canvas,
my emotions are my songs,
my heart beats the purest melody all day
and all night long.
When i dance,
I sway to the beat,
When i sing,
all the little blue and brown birds sing along with glee,
I am made of the purest gold,
created from the sweetest honey,
molded from the finest cocoa,I am me....
I am strong,
I stand my ground through all the pain
and the torment.
I am Art.
My body is my canvas,my emotions are my songs,my heart beats the purest melody all dayand all night long.
My body is my canvas,
my emotions are my songs,
my heart beats the purest melody all day
and all night long.
When i dance,
I sway to the beat,
When i sing,
all the little blue and brown birds sing along with glee,
I am made of the purest gold,
created from the sweetest honey,
molded from the finest cocoa,I am me....
I am strong,
I stand my ground through all the pain
and the torment.
I am Art.
My body is my canvas,my emotions are my songs,my heart beats the purest melody all dayand all night long.
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Bananaquan. HAHA. No seriously. Just know I am a fun and caring individual. I know when to be goofy and when to be serious.
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