Paint the Raindrops

I rest my head in a bed of dying flowers

Carve up what's left of my happiness

As long as you are all content

I'll just feign consent

I suppose I'll just have to pretend

but this smile is like a wound

bleeding from my face

Why won't you care?

I'm almost crying

 

I wish I could sew my mind back together

and keep my desires and fears

in the trash where they belong

Reviews

[zephyr]

Yeah … I'd trash the fears but your desires are meant to be free, not trashed. The ones you are a match too will come back to you when the time is right. Just know you are just fine if not one of them ever came back … but some will.

[B]

You have such an edge
Love it

[Anna]

The style you use put words into motion. I love it. Never stop writing.

[Amy R]

simple but meaningful!
thanks for sharing :)
keep up the great work!