I paint stars until theyir lines are shine and bright.
At the end either way it's going to look like a banana
Haha
Hahaha
Hahahahahahahahah
Hahahahahshsh
And my fingers are overglued, I feel messy, but I like painting my face full of colors.
You know I liked calling them ,,my choice of pallett", because It looked like nothing right.
But every time you said: ,,beatiful", the brush paints me a Red nose.
It shines bright, but as brighter as it does, I don't want to show it.
Does it overheat your eyes?
I understand you love someone else,
but that doesn't mean that she is the only one who can draw stars.
I will can too.
Categories:
pallett, 8th grade,
Form: Free verse
Amber, yellow, dappled rogue
Maples wearing orangish hues.
Mother Natutes changing pallet
Symphony of our living planet.
Persimmon trees are red-infused
A panoply of majestic views.
The summer season fades, Alas.
Harvest moon leaves shadow dance
Then, cold winter will begin
Three whole months of bitter winds.
Sculptured hills of drifting snow
Jack Frost sings blizzard tones.
As the north absorbs warm sun
Winters past iced rivers run.
Mother Nature in full bloom
Lavender, green, azure blue.
Categories:
pallett, beautiful, nature,
Form: Free verse