poem

[burtonride13]

i cannot controle these emotions,
am i experiencing love for the first time,
or for the first time is love experiencing me,
contemplating my own satisfactions,
tearing me in two,
without you i am empty,
but i feel so empty when i am with you,
is happiness even possible,
or do i have to paint this on forever

paintings paintings on this brick wall,
my body is this brick foundation,
held so tight nothing can get in,
but whats being held in is even worse then whats not aloud,
emotions pushing so hard,
my hole structure is falling apart,
my world is collapsing,
and it feels extrordinary,
why cant i just tear this wall down,
let me out and into the light,
its my life not yours,
ill paint my own and forget you,
bricks are only as strong as there mold,
and i will break through this canvus you will see.