Solitude becomes a choir,
An illuminating echo that turns into a horrid cacophony.
Harsh reminder of a dreamer who could not dream,
A painter who could not paint . . .
A singer who could not sing . . .
Come and calm this song, Come and save me,
From this anxiety, that steals the value of my life.
__________________________________________
Fireworks explode, they color your eyes.
Do not sing, do not paint, do not dream, simply write.
Artistry cannot erase desire.
But it can fuel your fire and desire.
Let each stroke, give you sensations.
Of my hand on yours, a state of warmth and delight.
Nonetheless when you suffer,
And beg for “HELP!” know.
I am never.
-🄵🄰🅁
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
Solitude becomes a choir,
An illuminating echo that turns into a horrid cacophony.
Harsh reminder of a dreamer who could not dream,
A painter who could not paint . . .
A singer who could not sing . . .
Come and calm this song, Come and save me,
From this anxiety, that steals the value of my life.
__________________________________________
Fireworks explode, they color your eyes.
Do not sing, do not paint, do not dream, simply write.
Artistry cannot erase desire.
But it can fuel your fire and desire.
Let each stroke, give you sensations.
Of my hand on yours, a state of warmth and delight.
Nonetheless when you suffer,
And beg for “HELP!” know.
I am never.
-🄵🄰🅁
Fun Collab with the incomparable Nan ❤
