Sunday, February 2, 2014

Imagination

Marks bleed over scars
Gold buttons fall on a rainy day

I seek black ink justice

your smile , on my face.

Camera watches iris split lens adjust to seep within I am void here in a dark room

Will you save me from the December's of life’s misery’s?

I can feel this heart on my footprint In my own disguise But can you find me under the fight?

I am speaking to you can you hear me?

Calm beauty falls amongst the shores I can give you life If you let me.

Marks leave scars of once a faded memory.

Tattooed and begging for one more try.

I’m watching waiting for you to come tonight.