Where Artists Gather - And Art Breaks
My heart skipped a beat the moment I saw your face. A sensation of both pleasure and pain. Sitting across from you but unable to look. Mere glances are all of what were took. I hung on to your every word. Like a hungry little bird. Teach me, guide me, feed me the knowledge I desire. A mentor of sorts you are for me. A treasured friend of destiny. You inspired me to chase my dreams and follow my heart. Also to fall in love completely with Art. I understand why you ignore me when I ask you something about you. Your afraid to open up and confide in me. You have been hurt before and its painfully obvious to see. I know your comfortable in your zone. Just remember I'm here if need me, you don't have feel alone.