knew me better
knew me well
knew my heaven
painted your hell
know i tried and
know i fell
know my art
never meant to sell
the artist, the mind
the master behind (the piece)
the long nights, we’d find
ending in (bitter release)

love’ll come
it won’t come easy, no
love’ll go
it won’t go easy, no

we’re chasing ghosts
into the
unknown

crooked dreams
and colder feet
runnin wild
from circled repeat
socks with holes
pants are cuffed
sleeves are rolled
pockets stuffed
the things i own
and grown to love
buried deep
not deep enough
that’s what i do
keep things around
a moment stays
when i think it’s found
etched in stone
written on skin
for your eyes to see
the places i’ve been
the churchill drawer
the queens ole town
the wooden gates
i’ll let them down
hold on tight
to the moment now
the moments of then
the questions of how
it all began
it all went down
the story told
the poem out loud
the life we lived
the love we found
hiding in
the artists brow