This world is full of wonders, things and sounds
The geese honk loudly every night
I laugh out loud to show I appriciate it
although my burden urges me to cry

I flail around violently trying to feel
my tired muscles complain
the bones that hold me up
want to crash to bits on the cold hard ground

I want to punch everything that I see
but I can't find the strength to lift my head
people are crying, oh woe is me
throwing themselves pity parties

I dream of your water colors
and saline soaked acrylics
cheap, embarrasing, effective
our pallet covered hands

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I rush to the skies
waiting for the words to fall down
the walls begin to close in
I step forward
reaching out to the universe
the wind knocks me over

My hands are chalked with day old paint
the room stinks of blood
hidden inside
It is like I am sleeping in ashes
lie and seek underneath false snow

These intentions are pure
honest like the real thing
that kiss your hot cheek
meting into tears on contact

If my vision was not blurred
I wonder
would I be able to see tomorrow

we might be second hand merchandise
but thats how I found you
sitting alone on that bed calling out for someone

So when I picked you up you almost died
you spirit ran rampant
back into my arms for days

I feel so stupid, I don't now a single thing.

Please don't be mad at me
when you couldn't speak up
I didn't read your mind
since we were building something new
something no one else could take

this hand is being watched
because that is how they learn
So if I trip and fall
will I be all right?

If I had burning eyes
Would I find the need to judge everything

deeply planted seeds are blooming
bringing the springtime of our lives
But all this talk
makes me think of a decomposing arm thrusting into the night

I don't want to be sorry
I am going to bloom
And if you could too
I'd love to see you unfold

I want a place for us to see these changes
in honesty, in silence, catching passing glances
away from the people who glare
into the souls of one another

am I asking too much of you when I say I need to go home?

There are three words to explain
just what I've been trying to say
If you could find it in yourself to believe
no matter what comes: I'm with you

I ask you now, to find my way
tell me what you're thinking now
tomorrow wont wait for us
I'll need to know how to go

While I wait I'll nurse my wounds
I'll rest in the nest I made from
the tattered bits of our lives
until you come back from whenever

I'll be at home waiting and wondering
until I get fed up and make a stand
I'll be banking on your being there
unless you tell me otherwise

Make sure I see you
before I get swept away
straining our red string

if it breaks
we will lose

If I had your hand in mine
would it be easier for me
to be able to try