Wednesday, January 8, 2014


For all I lost I got it back.
When I lose something their love keeps me afloat.
Painting pictures in a book.
I lost a brush.
The friends I made gave me a look.
What am I worth without my tools.
Without brushes, without pen.
Stripped, naked, and shorn.
Someone make a blanket from my suffering.
Please use vivid colors, light and love.
Don't take away the strain.
It creates a tight stitch.
Color me in bold, color me, my soul, bright.
I am the sun and the cloud.
I am the wind, and the rain won't let me drown.
These lips surrender, but we don't kiss.

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