The life of an artist

... artists aren't suppose to like you for your temporary beauty they're supposed to mesmerize the way the sunlight flashes on your cheeks they're suppose to admire the way your hair blows through the cold, freezy wind they're suppose to love the way the sunset makes your eyes glow,,, . they love the way you slowly blink as you stare at the sunrise, the birds chirping as they fly through the sky they love how your hand reflects the ray of sunshine , artists are suppose to find beauty in everything even with the filthiest things, like humans. even if it was rotting, they would still find beauty in it they love you for your natural beauty,, not your temporary ones .... the love of an artist.