Born into this world,
Tears at the end, tears at the start
Never going back,
My story becomes a piece of art.
Unprepared and free-handed,
Keep the paint flowing.
Cover up any mistakes,
Who knows where this story is going?
Do I love? Do I lose?
Do I laugh at the pain?
Do I bite? Do I bruise?
What does my heart gain?
How will you decorate it?
Choke a bit on glitter.
Have you ever tasted paint?
It tastes bitter.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
Born into this world,
Tears at the end, tears at the start
Never going back,
My story becomes a piece of art.
Unprepared and free-handed,
Keep the paint flowing.
Cover up any mistakes,
Who knows where this story is going?
Do I love? Do I lose?
Do I laugh at the pain?
Do I bite? Do I bruise?
What does my heart gain?
How will you decorate it?
Choke a bit on glitter.
Have you ever tasted paint?
It tastes bitter.
