He was making an example
she took it the wrong way
she doesn't look like that
scattering and almost burning down the place
artist on lane
sighting her talking to herself
she thought she was with him
most portrait looks like him
she never appreciate it abit
forgetting it was in the artist mind he did
That was the most beautiful work he saw then
he thought she could see his heart when he draw
he needs appreciating not that word that hurts
she never learned to love the portrait
many things were like how about herself
after looking around no one was there
she was angry with herself
she sat on the empty seat
taking up the portrait
looking very well
Finding the peace she never got
appreciating all the work
loving that she was portrait on
carrying it around while looking at others work
she almost thought she saw somebody
but it was the arts
she never wants to leave
were not sure of why she shout
The art were silent and none ever make a sound.
A beautiful girl went to a portrait maker to gave herself a sketch and put it on a flame, but when she got to the artist shop she felt not satisfy with the work.
The girl was expecting the portrait to look just like her photo, she did not find something alike of herself, so she was heart broken.
she thought her friends might said she does not look good on it. Therefore, her mindset was for the portrait maker to do another work.
After so many hours of complaining, she realizes she alone was the person in the big portrait hall, and with all her shouts, none of the portrait talk back.
she saw the peace she was offered even while she acted violence, finally she accepted the portrait.
