Vicarious

I’m tired of watching paint dry.

Those walls won’t tear themselves down.

Why lock your self away for others crimes? Guilt got you in an emotional cell, you don’t know what to write on the walls but your body will always reveal. A tear drops everytime yours fall. I hate when my dove cries.

My dove;

Sweet honeysuckle,

Butterflies, my stomach bundles

As I hoard our memories in my brain.

You’re the sunlight to flowers that rot,

My photosynthesis.

A breath from you gives me life.

Your words inspire me to grow.

Don’t weep my savior,

The world will never be what it seems.

Meteor showers are shooting stars.

Aliens are the audience.

Your canvas is war;

Paint the town whatever color peace is.