A smile brightens his face
Like a light bulb of a new idea
Somehow her heart starts to race
And she doesn't think she'll ever see a
Sight as lovely as this one
His art dims compared to his own glow
So this is what that feeling, fun
Feels like, what do you know.
Paint splattered across his chin
The boy doesn't seem to mind
It doesn't interrupt his grin
She feels her own teeth grind
Trying not to burst with joy
The girl lets a smile slip
All the happiness flowing from this boy
Could he give her advice, a tip?
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Pawsitive Poetry
PoetryThis poetry thing is mighty hard, but I'll give it a go. Featuring my photography ;P (still need to take photos for most recent chapters) Highest rank // # 378 in Poetry, 4/18/17 First rank? // # 911 in Poetry, 3/24/17
