Silent the pain painted abstractly across your face
holding every breath a second longer than the next
tears drying down the stretch of your face
every hand fling viewed as if a air traffic controler signalled no clear understandings to be landed
sheltering hesitated words as to contemplate the abusive recoil
how could you go through something of such magnitude that in mere glances change one's core structure to a point where life long facial expressions resemble nothing of alike moments in shared life
lying steel yet as fragile as new leaf under a morning's dew
breaking every rule to fit a simple lovers submission
instead lines filled with lead shot down every chace of redemption amongst better nature
do fables end in blood
sweating a flagrant past fighting all of tears yielding a shallow sigh with no release felt in sight
the closest things held were mostly the furthest from the truth
how old things repeat as new days break through stone beliefs and cold nights
every brush stroke differently the same
do sunsets and useless fights color the canvas the same beautifully set mounted and framed in pain...
Priceless Art