If only I'm an artist,
I could draw her face.
Perfectly.
Beautifully.
If only I'm an artist,
I could draw her face.
And remember her eternally.
If only I'm an artist,
I could draw her face.
And take her memory with me
wherever I might be.
Because memory fades.
and disappear like a freckle of dust.
And I know i will lose her eventually.
I'm just not ready.
Not now.
Not ever.
Hopefully.
.
.
.
.
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If only I'm an artist...
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