I stared at my canvas,
Unshakable, proud and bold
I swirled the colours around
And my story, I told

I started out with rose
Pouring my love
I added some white
The colour of my dove

I sprinkled some sky
Calling me wise
And a touch of yellow
For the sun to rise

I worked on it for days
And months and years
I wanted it to be perfect
The life I held so dear

Finally, one night
As bright as a ray
I felt complete
I stepped away

Staring back at me
Was my smile

directions:
at one point the liquid pain from your tears will sink into your glowing skin, wait until becomes overwhelming
next, you must let it out in red gushes from your broken heart and a flimsy pair of scissors
cut until you feel better (these may vary in depth and quantity)
repeat until you die or become numb

They ask ,
I reply ,
Conversation ends.

Just another day were people say that I mean the world to them
And fail to prove it

Some people are so poor that the only thing they possess is money.

So, my words,
Could not reach your heart,
Maybe then,
My silence would