He sees her.
A dwindling spark of a flame,
never had the chance to know the worth of her own name.
She almost did once.
He doesn't care.
Lifetimes ago another he
would paint galaxies on her porcelain skin.
Intertwined as one,
she would have danced with him forever.
In a life of unfortunate events
and bad decisions with no room for amends.
She reaches for something akin to a home.
Empty handed,
she dances to the soft beat of a lonely heart.
Basking in the blue string hues,
alone in burdened room.

Paint a picture with your words.
Pain a picture of how much it could've hurt,
how much it would've been worth it.
Is it the beauty of the beholder
or just another line from a proof read folder?

Paint a picture of bluish swirls.
Paint a picture of how it twirls.
You could hold the world in your hand,
just give it a chance.
Do you want to miss that dance?

Paint a picture of what could be.
Paint a picture for your heart to see.
Don't look back,
just keep going.
People will try to bring you down,
but don't ever let them see you frown.

I can write words light as a feather,
I can write words to darken and enrage the inferno of your weather.
I am just trying to find my way out of this old leather.

Bumps and turns,
rocky avalanche and potholes,
they help form this road.
Forever taking it slow,
wanna enjoy the show.