Creativity

Another old one. 12-30-08, 12:40 PM

Lashes,
Curled up to prove her point,
They turn down to the page,
Her eyes brushing the page curiously.

The pen travels across the paper,
Letting everyone know its history.
Where is has been,
And where it will.

The pen travels across the paper,


A smile pulls at the corners of her lips,
A perfect heart.
He leans over her shoulder and glows:
"Perfect."