The Artist
He always goes back
Paints Writes Sleep and has sex
He work on his masterpiece is never finished till he is dead
He tries to be the Da Vinci of his time
But yet has not come close
The Artist as he is called never sleeps
He thinks about where he went wrong in this and that painting or poem
He Belives that his work will never make an impact
Maybe his right
Maybe he writes and paints for no one but himself and his beautiful lover
The Artist attarcts all the girls
He Loves the passion that inspires him
But wait, it only last for a full second, so whats the worth
The Artist doesn't love,
The Artist lives for his work
I am the Artist
I have become obessed with my work
I write, but does it make an impact?
Maybe not, maybe so
Does the sex insprie?
NO
Maybe one day I will be finished and be done with this crused work!