simplicity

Music, paper, pencil, and silence;

Her best friends.

She knew what she wanted

And she’d pay any price to get it.

 

Night, art, adrenaline, and observation;

Her “other” friends.

Oh, how they were cherished.

The darkness of her art

Was brought to surface by

Her simple tendency to observe.

 

Leave the meek alone with

Pencil and paper, and of it

Will come the strongest,

Most powerful creations.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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