Poem-Painted conversation By Justin Lee LaFon

Start writing..If I could paint a picture I'd rather not have me do it, if I paint it wrong it can last to only what I thought I was pursuing.

I want you to have that understanding, that colors I find are just a mess,

and life inside,is like picking pieces of other colors offered off the ground and speaking them with my breath.

but I did the best I could, the black and white defines the times that I might have overlooked, it makes me rush to look for colors they might of understood

I speak what they don't wanna see because I know just what their thinking, a color spoken on the page , unspoken thoughts misunderstood that the mind has not forsaken

The face says it wont belong, there is no response, That makes you look for better paintings,I feel the color and empathize the lines I thought I'm only tracing,

I thought that they would recognize the colors we try to stop from fading,

when I speak the words i spoke to you, its ironic ,what is honest, isn't what is wanted in a painting,

after all problems solved,it's time that you can finally blame me,after all its what I saw in the picture I thought was hanging.