My heart.....
by Paul Diaz
The ideas in my head i try to visualize and illustrate.
But my hands start painting things my brain does not dictate.
I close my eyes and let my hands freely do the art.
In the end it was a portrait of the person in my heart.
I try to sing a song out loud but a voice keeps interrupting.
It keeps messing up my song so i shut up and start listening
The voice was singing a song about you, so soft and mesmerizing.
So close the voice was to me....it was my heart that was singing.
by Paul Diaz
The ideas in my head i try to visualize and illustrate.
But my hands start painting things my brain does not dictate.
I close my eyes and let my hands freely do the art.
In the end it was a portrait of the person in my heart.
I try to sing a song out loud but a voice keeps interrupting.
It keeps messing up my song so i shut up and start listening
The voice was singing a song about you, so soft and mesmerizing.
So close the voice was to me....it was my heart that was singing.
