wrong move.
wrong move.
wrong move.
that picture.
that smile.
those hands.
those hands.
those hands.
my heart.
those memories.
those hands.
my heart.
those hands.
memories.
hands.
heart.
wrong move.
wrong move.
that picture.
wrong move.
my heart.
those memories.
that smile.
those hands.
those hands.
those hands.

for j.e.
*093014

I painted a picture in my head of me and you
Moving past all the obstacles that we've been through
Love is wicked in as much as cruel
But that wasn't the picture that I drew

I've been painting a picture in my head of me and you
Falling apart as we grew
I fell for you, and got bruised
And now my heart...wished only better, it had knew

I will paint a picture in my head of me and you
Two of us as one, a part of the lucky few
Who finally feels love, and bask in its morning dews
I will paint a picture,........ a picture of me loving you

He sighs
My life
Is scattered on the floor
My heart
Makes art
As a mosaic forms
The glue
Seeps through
It paints the picture red
Time’s waste
The taste
Is bitter with regret