Love As An Art (by James Leland Ludeau III from Lafayette,LA)
in the winter of my life
he was my summer
with a touch like the sun
and whispers like a breeze
i learned that it takes getting
everything you ever wanted and
losing it to know true freedom
i sought safety in him
i was always an unusual boy
a chameleon soul
my compass pointed in no distinct direction
the ocean called to my soul
i wanted to drown in its healing power
riding on this open road
i believe in the person i want to be
i want to live fast
die young
be wild
have fun
i want to make my life into a work of art
i'll be the brush
he can be the paint
i'll be the pen
and he can be my paper
he was my summer
with a touch like the sun
and whispers like a breeze
i learned that it takes getting
everything you ever wanted and
losing it to know true freedom
i sought safety in him
i was always an unusual boy
a chameleon soul
my compass pointed in no distinct direction
the ocean called to my soul
i wanted to drown in its healing power
riding on this open road
i believe in the person i want to be
i want to live fast
die young
be wild
have fun
i want to make my life into a work of art
i'll be the brush
he can be the paint
i'll be the pen
and he can be my paper
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