Words melt in the walls Covered in paintings Made of you Made of me Yours are beautiful Careful strokes Each of such precise yet casual calmness The motion of your hands They swing and move in such ways of a ballerina Ones of a mother easing her child to a deep sleep They recreate a sky that took so many billions To become one of which it is now You bring it into your own reality within moments The lovely lights glow on a cotton canvas Making music with the latex darkening what's surrounding it But me? Mine are ugly I leave rotting flesh in the daylight Spred the shine of blood and paste the teeth of past fighters, veterans They form the sight of ****** tires leaving streaks on asphalt The animals that peel off roads, screaming with one last breath in through your nose, out through your mouth I'll hold you close and speak "Let it melt in your mind" "spit it out and light it up" lets do it together we can burn the truth Then we can take the melted remains And make a balanced gallery A museum made for 2
this poem took me about 3 months to properly write. the first draft started poor. the words felt bland and weak. I feel this new writing is much more descriptive.