piece of a painbrush

Smoke surrounds me like your arms to cloud my point of veiw

The tension is so thick that a  knife might cut right through

It tastes so familiar but my senses tingle

What is it that you do to them?

Every single

Note stem

Quivers at the sound of just your breath

 

Your x-ray eyes are shooting through me through the mess

I stand tall trying to present my army check  best

I question my own design

Why do I try so hard?

My blind

broken heart

Beats with the rythm in your voice

 

 

Reviews

[Erin]

lovely meter. I enjoy the expression.