February 7, 2014
It's another night by a blank canvas.
The hairs of the brush bristled with black
And a new set of words scribbling in tact.
A change that is a brewing,
A pain in my chest.
Like a dart being stabbed over again
The end poisoned with deep sorrow.
Killing my eyes, already blotchy- that worsen for tomorrow
Shaking and trembling.
Crying and murmuring
All I do is remember
Yet the paint of the words drip down in surrender.
Dark circles entrapment golden eyes.
A faint color upon my cheeks that reflect the only consumed light
And a test of faith, dangling with a chance to try.
I am ridiculously shy

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