She can paint a pretty picture
This story has a twist
The paint brush is a razor
Don't say you love me
if you can't hold me.
Don't hold my hand
if you're breaking my heart.
Life is a word with no redemption.
It feeds off your unknowing temptation.
Breaking down your one defender
Baring you empty with no lenders of safety
My mind a twist of clutter.
As I lie in bed imagining my life.
I watched the shadows on the ceiling.
Memories sailed across my eyes.