When using red on my canvas
why would you asume I'm angry...

Monday, 4 December 2017
9:18 pm...

I have been lying to myself
worry, about everything else...

I look at that needle hanging on to your skin
little droplets running through your veins...

She is painting this bottle
with a tint of green...

Seeing the world through the eyes of a child
their innocent minds have showered me...

Some cats are not meant to be caged
their spirit has no limitations...

If only I knew then what I know now
how would my life be...

The stairs are my highway to higher grounds
the top of the roof seems miles away...

It's a bond
you would think can't be broken...

This is in honor of a woman
that never complained...

As a new day nears
my mind must prepare...