2022-07-28 16:48:16
-Art is dangerous, and often, so is the artist. -
...
And it is said that he wasted most of his life trying to find the right words.
If you find me nervous and awkward, with a stutter and a funny walk,
If you find my intellect not to be as intimidating, and my mind not as beautiful as my words,
If you catch me at the night-time changing faces on a dressing table ,
It's not what it looks like...
I can explain,
Give me three days.
(Edit: It has been a week)
...And it is said that you couldn't tell him apart in a crowd.
Let’s rewrite a bit…
I am a sucker for ice cream and good music,
And good music depends on the day,
And the day depends on my mood,
And my moods are like traffic lights posted on a deserted road,
I fluctuate,
I stammer,
I change opinions before they form;
I am swift like a slow person.
Would that put you off?
Would it upset you if I talk about my mother when we meet?
She tends to be my go-to subject on a bad day.
Would you meet me on a bad day?
(Scratch that)Would you love me on a bad day?
Would you partake in a mundane conversation about the rain?
Or would you still look for quotes to tweet in my words…
If I show you the man
Would you beg for the artist?
Fret not, give him three days, he will return.
...And like his name he often likes being forgotten, give him three days he’ll jog your memory.
If you find me nervous and awkward, with a stutter and a funny walk,
If you find my intellect not to be as intimidating, and my mind not as beautiful as my words,
If you find me repetitive and lazy,
If you find my physical appearance subpar,
If you find me empty on a writer’s block,
If you ask me questions and if I struggle to answer,
Give me three days, I’ll come up with something clever.
For the girl who forced me to write this, thank you for giving me three days.
P.S: Sorry for taking more.
-Give me three days, I’ll come up with something clever.
@MenAce7
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