Brush Strokes

Burn through the open wound of only
Seep away the sneering taste of Lonely
Break forth from your walls
Never-answered calls
From greatest heights you fall,
And are saved before you crash.

‘Cause when you’re beside me
My legs go trembly
It’s hard to feel empty
Even when my brain wants me to be

Draw down the countenance of your feeling
Brush stroke intentional misleading
Sketch me from memory
Mark eyes where I cannot see
Enclose me in debris
From the wreck I emerged from.

‘Cause when tomorrow
Is as good as today
The sky losing its gray
Content with drifting away.

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