Can you relate to this?
If you were to hold my heart to your ear, would you be able to hear it shattering from within?
Is this to much for you to bear?
Am I to much to handle?
Screaming at the world in violent strokes, with brush in hand.
Vibrant blue hues.
Outlined; overlapping in black and dull gray.
The shades painted across my soul.
My wounds are to deep to mend with simple words or emotionless actions.
My canvas is overflowing.
My dreams are incoherent images
passing through the mind.
Though, I am a jagged shard of glass...you still embrace me.
Why?
Would you be the one to heal my sorrow?
Wipe the canvas clean; right the wrongs?
An artist's soul is complex.
Endless plains of color surpassing the imagination.
You cannot control this...
