Prose Red, Violent Blue

A Letter To You, Finale: Of How I Feel Towards You

I drew her in my world;

I write her in my lines,

I want to be hers,

she was never meant as mine.

I drew her in my world;

she is always on my mind.

I draw her every line;

It hurts when she's unkind.

I drew her in my world;

I draw her all the time;

but I don't know where to draw the line.

-An Artist In Love by Lang Leav