Silent room and blank canvas,
Even if I paint you I know the colors of the wind will blow you to your write angles...
Speaking to deep I guess I draw a lot of confusion.
But sketching what you wrote I'll be living in a great delusion.
Everything I do to make it up you have created me to be this perfect villain...
All because I had one close to my heart when a female wasn't .
I'm tired of reading your book on who I will become
I rebuke you and go back guide I was before we wasn't ....
Silent room and poet dancing
You project out of your body only to see me live life but me and my peace.....


I'm a happily married husband