She was an artist of all sorts,
she loved to draw and color and paint,
but most of all,
she loved the use of spraypaint.
She was able to make a mark,
on everything she saw,
some people call it graffiti,
she just stared at it in awe.
People would always ask her,
"Please, why can't you stop?"
and she would smile nicely and say,
"This my art, I admire every drop."
As time grew on,
her graffiti grew,
the symbols she was drawing,
she turned into a tattoo.
The tattoo was her most beloved piece,
seeing as it was the one that hurt the least,
every day she smiled at it,
she had beat the beast.
A/N: Yeah I don't know where I was going with this, it just kinda happened. I hope it's okay.
P.R.
