intensified
04/20/08, 01:55 PM
Constructive criticism is appreciated on this one.
You look like a picture this morning,
Patiently thought up and professional.
But, breathe for once and allow me to take over,
Because you're looking more exhausted with each passing second.
Do the words exiting my lips encourage?
Am I the only figment of your playful imagination?
When you are smiling at the patters of rain,
I'm stroking lightly--Hoping your picture will eventually dry.
Can't love touch the abandoned?
Will the blind ever begin to see?
One day, they'll paint on a canvas with both eyes--
Love flowing from the tip of the paintbrush.
The deaf can't hear,
But they continue to sing serene ballads--Melodious; calm.
As they envy my health,
I envy their passion.
Will this dimming flicker remain against the whips of the wind?
This embering warmth is all I've known; I'm not ready to lose it.
As my confidence withers slowly, I attempt to paint the lighting.
Until at rest, I'll continue to wait for you in the back of this train.
You look like a picture this morning,
Patiently thought up and professional.
But, breathe for once and allow me to take over,
Because you're looking more exhausted with each passing second.
Do the words exiting my lips encourage?
Am I the only figment of your playful imagination?
When you are smiling at the patters of rain,
I'm stroking lightly--Hoping your picture will eventually dry.
Can't love touch the abandoned?
Will the blind ever begin to see?
One day, they'll paint on a canvas with both eyes--
Love flowing from the tip of the paintbrush.
The deaf can't hear,
But they continue to sing serene ballads--Melodious; calm.
As they envy my health,
I envy their passion.
Will this dimming flicker remain against the whips of the wind?
This embering warmth is all I've known; I'm not ready to lose it.
As my confidence withers slowly, I attempt to paint the lighting.
Until at rest, I'll continue to wait for you in the back of this train.