For the Sake of the Children

I speak to say hello.

I'm here, and I exist.

I'm not here for very long,

But I'm here, and I exist.

 

I paint so I can see

The colors swirl around.

I draw the motion and emotion

Of all life's colors that swirl around.

 

I write because I cannot cry.

In front of them, at least.

Words flow out of my fingers, yes,

So tears do not flow in front of them.

 

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