The R/Evolution of An Artist

Each morning I take inventory Of the pavements I chase Account for each bruise Each scar Each blackened eye The corners are sharp And not for the faint hearted The nights long And very lonely Comforted only By the piercing Of the morning sun And the warmth it brings.

Each morning I take inventory Of the pavement I chase Account for each bruise Each scar Each blackened eye The corners are sharp And not for the faint hearted The nights long And very lonely Comforted only By the piercing Of the morning sun And the warmth it brings.

Some days I wonder If you are with him If he holds your hand If you lay in his arm If he makes you happy Even for a second If he hears your breathe And his beating heart Is in sync with yours If he stares into your eyes And sees magic If your smile Makes his knees weak Some days I wonder If he is now used to your beauty Or each sunrise is the first time you meet Some days I wonder If he loves you Half as much as I do And if you love him That much too.....

And when They were done Fixing the leaks to her roof Mending them With good memories Hopes and dreams..... She slept peacefully That night, Woke up early And poked holes In the roof again She couldnt stand The silence The peace reminded her Of the quiet before a storm A heart torn She preffered the constant rain A pain she was prepared To live with At least she knew it was coming It was no longer a surprise The random drips Were now expected The loud storms Were welcomed With open arms Peace rejected Because she didnt know How long It will last

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