Oct 25

He, Himself, and Him

I drew a picture of someone loved  It was simple, clean, and elegant. Someone about 14. The strokes were dignified and bold. The eyes focused but dreamy. A sort of... grey-blue. Glasses that make him look dignified and wise. There is a smile as big as the world enjoying every second. And the hair is perfect. A perfect shade blond and It's like a cloud; poofy because it's humid.
If he saw the picture he'd look at it twice, admire the beautiful work, praise me, but he would think it wasn't him, 
because... why would anybody ever draw him?