• chasetheroad 5w

    Roses and handprints hang from the walls
    Dark skies whisper back and forth
    Tear them down rip them off
    Keep them safe here they belong
    A soft reminder
    The dried decaying flowers
    The bleeding muddled paint
    What was beautiful and alive
    White with rage
    Words that didn’t make it onto the page
    Conversations move across the ceiling
    Memories tattooed along my rib cage
    If it was love it cannot die
    Art like that is hard to come by