PaintTears
Bluelighter
And the open door
told me to stay
behind the avenues silence
and the angry grey
pull
of a tidal wave into the pool
of regrets tending
to my own
garden of choas
and as I fondle my dissalusionment
finding a force
to strong for this fragle arm
and these paint laquerd hands
to grasp
even the slightest memory
fallen in my own dream
waking up with a tear stained pillow
perservering jeolousy of a girl
ive never met [email protected]
told me to stay
behind the avenues silence
and the angry grey
pull
of a tidal wave into the pool
of regrets tending
to my own
garden of choas
and as I fondle my dissalusionment
finding a force
to strong for this fragle arm
and these paint laquerd hands
to grasp
even the slightest memory
fallen in my own dream
waking up with a tear stained pillow
perservering jeolousy of a girl
ive never met [email protected]
