6.9.18

6.9.18

 

Your face holds a somber song

with eyes rewinding a time-spent movie reel

keeping memories framed and frozen in time

 

Your heart falls like the setting sun

warmth fading in the dying light

passion set on a back burner to cool

 

You brain is lost in its own riddle

but listens like an empty canvas

and spews art that was never there before

 

~a.s. <3

Author's Note

Back on my bullshit about finding that imperfect person that is perfect for me, this one was meant to emphasize the beauty that can be found in finding a person similarly broken, who has become something beautiful

Reviews

[sandra]

"Your brain is lost in its own riddle
but listens like an empty canvas
and spews art that was never there before" Excellent! My favorite line. Love this whole piece.