these are magic words
made of pain from being so close
to touch the sky
bittersweet
pain that whisps in like a secretive breeze
carrying a message that seems to come from inside
dark and cold and heartless
compartmentalized, labeled, fate written
the masses of lost, used, dying children of all ages
wishing, hoping, and even praying
that the art was really life
life is not as beautiful
art cannot be held
makes your eyes burn with hope
house of cards
Nice write. "pain that whisps
Nice write. "pain that whisps in like a secretive breeze" .. I know the feeling
Thank You!
Thank You!
--- Chief Icanpiccem