On the floor is where I sat

With many paints you could call me an artist 

At 2:53 with a mind of my own 

That’s where most of my ideas are from

There I taste the sweetness of a lollipop while

I doodle.

From many eyes I'm considered an artist, but to me

I'm just a kid with a wide mind. 

It hits me like a train at 3:48, I have an idea 

The flowers I draw 

                                         the dark colors with it 

They all have so much meaning but none at all…

When I put the last detail

 it comes together like a puzzle 

Flowers as dark as the night with lights as bright as a star 

My painting is called colors 

But it's the colors that it needs.