twisted and turned--
like the paintbrush to canvas--
unsure of my direction--
my color--
my time--
my space--
my identity--
but life is unsureity.
i have love for you but it seems that--
you said that...
i never meant to love you--
i can't comprehend the meaning...that's what you said.
you said i painted love across the blank canvas of my heart--
brushed strokes, against the grain of my barren atriums--
"yo heart don't pump no over-sweetened kool-aid"
that's what you said.
but it does.
and i do love--
you and everything you entail
but
you have painted eyes--
brushed strokes with the running water of your tears--
giving up--
makes your palette complete.
shegaveuponourloveandididtoo.
sean.
like the paintbrush to canvas--
unsure of my direction--
my color--
my time--
my space--
my identity--
but life is unsureity.
i have love for you but it seems that--
you said that...
i never meant to love you--
i can't comprehend the meaning...that's what you said.
you said i painted love across the blank canvas of my heart--
brushed strokes, against the grain of my barren atriums--
"yo heart don't pump no over-sweetened kool-aid"
that's what you said.
but it does.
and i do love--
you and everything you entail
but
you have painted eyes--
brushed strokes with the running water of your tears--
giving up--
makes your palette complete.
shegaveuponourloveandididtoo.
sean.