he freed his fingers from my hand
to paint his own van Gogh
on the side of another square
he felt was a better fit.
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he freed his fingers from my hand
to paint his own van Gogh
on the side of another square
he felt was a better fit.
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held captive by terrorist lies,
they forced him
into taking faith in false thoughts
by drinking their poisoned words.
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driving into the unknown
on flat tires
that follow shadows and empty signs,
he left behind
another second chance.
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he made a cage
of wired lies and compliments
for his heart.
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from his self induced prison cell of
walking through life alone,
with only steel bars watching him…
he transformed into
an empty canvas.
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falling short
i start again,
go my own way
and unlove your love.
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his t-shirt
is stained
with dirty lies.
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can you hold me
on random rainy days
when i dont have
the wings to carry myself?
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in a violent beam,
the absence love
burned a deafending sonnet
into his soul.
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looking outside
for what doesn’t live there anymore,
a rusted lock below the window
becomes a battle for one.
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