If you took an x-ray & looked at my insides, they'd be a Picasso.
All tangled shapes, color spills, and meaning hidden
Or maybe a ******* --
endless splatters of endless paint that are all the same, except portrayed differently.
An entire infinity in those dots, a life of
wishing for someone you could never be
or remember,
And remember, lost in place.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
If you took an x-ray & looked at my insides, they'd be a Picasso.
All tangled shapes, color spills, and meaning hidden
Or maybe a ******* --
endless splatters of endless paint that are all the same, except portrayed differently.
An entire infinity in those dots, a life of
wishing for someone you could never be
or remember,
And remember, lost in place.
