I've been painting these words pictures for long.
Holding vigil candles for you to see,
But my words you have called war.
Blinded to see what every line holds.
Fingers bleeding out emotions
Only to dry on paper as art
Lost in thoughts of what could be.
So! To plead my cause,
I choose to silently imprint my heart with shuttered glasses.
Smoked to veil my pain.
Rolling every motion in a blunt
Unguarding their dash to print
As they stand to break norms.
Vilifying my abstract mind
That seems to see far more than what's allowed.
Yours
Unyielding friend.
Crazynotions©
