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I dont know why..

And before i do i know i should not..

I tell myself and cry,

And i unleash on you and fall apart.

Tasteful and tasteless.. emotional and numb

Shes left once more in the haste of your storm..

I dont know why.. i wish.. i wish i knew why

Why i paint raindrops on your face when you only make me smile..

And you hold the paintbrush that paints those solemn treakles..

You have the choice.. yet you dash the brush bare and fickle..

You can paint with softer strokes and paint her skin with tender kiss..

You can accept the light and smile, let the harsh edges slip and miss..

Let the shadows fade out and let her muse through your head..

But no.. no. You choose the darkness. You made your bed..

Shes humming to you if youd only listen and undeafen your soul..

Shes calling, pleading, chasing away the darkness and unpealing the mold..

Redirecting the strokes.. an image of beautiful confused implosions..

Drop the brush let go of the shadows.. intertwine your hands, unleash emotion

Let your hand in hers run through the paint running waves through a canvas..

A beautiful catharsis brusting through the white blank..

Just let it go.. stop holding on and take her hand..

Why dont i do it? I wish i knew why i do it..