Art

Yes I was alone but im no lonely,

I felt for my ideas in my pocket and reached for a far

more interesting substance of the sort,

This was only what your hands and heart could feel

And your eyes and ears could not,

You come to me with open arms quietly hiding beneath your

infinite forrms of beauty,

You saved me on my broken days 

Your my only kind of healing

I need no doctor.

I longed for happiness in all the wrong places

to come to the conclusion I was

 wrongly mistaken.