We are Artists.

We are artists all the same.
We feel what you felt, last night.
We think the thoughts,
We write them down.

Trimming the egdes of our lives.
Editing the words of our broken hearts.
Cutting the raw footage of our lost lovers.
All in a days work.

We take photographs,
We delete most of them.
We paint pictures,
We burn most of them.
We write letters,
That you will never read.

We are artists because we have nothing.
We are artists because we have lost it all.
We are artists because we have lived.

We are artists all the same.