lost in translation

Sun, 09/09/2018 - 21:57 -- row one

but if you could see inside my mind

oh, maybe then you'd find


a world that i don't know how to create

pictures that i don't know how to paint

ideas forgotten - then it's too late


oh, swirls of color

it would be a wonder

everyone would behold.

if only anyone else could see them, 

oh, but i don't know how to make them, 

and how to make them be bold.





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