to be messy is to be human,
so color outside the lines of life
with your hands tied by mistakes.
paint your story
where pain and love coexist
so they magnify,
the remains of your name.
avp
to be messy is to be human,
so color outside the lines of life
with your hands tied by mistakes.
paint your story
where pain and love coexist
so they magnify,
the remains of your name.
avp
traveling down the hard road
of stone and gravel,
he dodged a wreck of hearts.
glancing in his mirror,
the trail of dust reflected
the life he denied.
on a road paved of golden mistakes,
he walked with angels illuminated in peace,
intimate with brokenness
and who couldn’t fly.
avp
it hard to let new feelings in
when the color of you
is tattooed over my skin
avp
painting him in blurry shades
of what was beyond his sight,
the artist took back the damage done,
and showed him the true colors
of what he stored under his hat.
avp