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✖ NAME : Lychti Silvanus
✖ LIKE : drawing, reading, writing stories & also poems.
✖ HATE : lies, losing something really mean, regretting.
✖ FAVORITES : cute stuffs, Rilakkuma, panda, cat, Punk & Rock songs.
I'm just a girl who's addicted to ART

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ART
★ For me art is a feeling. Sometimes, there's something that 'words' can't tell, but ART does ★

Have you ever heard that, "A picture is worth 1000 words.." Yeaahh i like that sentence!
We can make an art, either we're sad or we're happy. Art follows it, art is a feeling. When i'm down, i draw something that really describes my feeling indeed.. It's telling. My pencil can't go wrong. Hahaha.. I just do and when i share it in my pencil, all things are better. ★
Maybe my drawings aren't good enough, i'm just newbie. But i do it myself like what Pablo Picasso has said, "I paint objects as i think them, not as i see them."
I love writing too :) it's such as an art too. ehmmm, i'm not honest enough to tell what i'm really feeling. sometimes, i get it hard to tell about. But so easy to be written. I don't know why... i'm better off this way, writing than telling everyone. ★
I haven't learned much, many things about art i need to learn. Many peoples are better than me, but i do love it as well... thanks for reading! xoxo ★★★

Favorite song plays in the
background
Every lyric reminding me of you
Conversations running through
my head
So many things that I wish you
knew
Everytime that you brought me
happiness
I just never quite knew what to
say
I was afraid to say the wrong
thing
Thinking it would make you go
away
Every night I did the same old
thing
I wrote poem after poem on my
bed
I love you written a hundred
ways
Because of fear, they were never
said
The stack of poems stands tall
Not one ever making it to you
You simply walked away from me
And a love that you never knew
If only I would have taken a
chance
I know that you would still be
here
At night I still write you many
poems
Only now the ink is mixed with
tears
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