I wanted to be Irreplaceable
Not just Smart and Beautiful
like a Van Gogh painting Starry night
a Range of motion you can’t Hold tight
Trace my every painterly stroke
hold too Tight ill only Choke
but as I walk out into those fields
I cast Away that armor and shield
and run straight to that Unclear Figure
who Pulls my hand off of that Trigger
Still, Life has become to me
I can’t say you will ever Clearly see
anything I put on My Canvas
until Long after I’m Buried with this
Beauty, in Painted layers, Deep
My final portrait is for You to Keep
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
I wanted to be Irreplaceable
Not just Smart and Beautiful
like a Van Gogh painting Starry night
a Range of motion you can’t Hold tight
Trace my every painterly stroke
hold too Tight ill only Choke
but as I walk out into those fields
I cast Away that armor and shield
and run straight to that Unclear Figure
who Pulls my hand off of that Trigger
Still, Life has become to me
I can’t say you will ever Clearly see
anything I put on My Canvas
until Long after I’m Buried with this
Beauty, in Painted layers, Deep
My final portrait is for You to Keep
