Thick chilling lines
Trick trick trickling down the canvas
Swift passionate movements
A cold critical stare
The colors are entangled with passion
The paint lays in heaps of hard work
Yet you crash to the linoleum
Thrashing out your arms-
Then all is still and smells of lavender
The birds of the canvas sing
Their songs melancholy and hopefully
Yet they will never fly
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
Thick chilling lines
Trick trick trickling down the canvas
Swift passionate movements
A cold critical stare
The colors are entangled with passion
The paint lays in heaps of hard work
Yet you crash to the linoleum
Thrashing out your arms-
Then all is still and smells of lavender
The birds of the canvas sing
Their songs melancholy and hopefully
Yet they will never fly
