black paint

Seems as though youre attempting to fade into the darkness...hiding your true self...nice expression...i can level with this a bit

black tears, black sorrow,
dusted upon your poem by the mournful black butterflies.
emotive & well displayed...

IT'S A SHAME THAT THERE PEOPLE OUT THERE, THAT CAN MAKE A BEAUTIFUL PERSON LIKE YOURSELF. WANT TO GO TO SUCH A DARK PLACE OF, "THEIR OWN MAKING" TO FEEL SAFE AND UNATTAINABLE. I DON'T KNOW HOW OLD THAT STORY IS,  I HOPE THAT U MEET SOME WHO WILL PUT COLOR BACK ON YOUR BUTTERFLIES, RESTORE WARMTH TO THE LIGHT, OPEN BACK UP UR WILDEST DREAMS,  MELT THAT BARRIER OF ICE, & NEVER LET U FEEL ASHAMED FOR WHY, WHAT OR HOW YOU FEEL. ( if u have already got pass this then good for u. And disregard this small Novel...LOL)  GREAT "INK",   WES    

Wes thank you for your kind comment. The ink is a bit older, but there are still times it applies. But we all know these times ;)

Lena, truly brilliant the flow.. the story.. great skill.. into the list it goes.. much respect..



Dave

A poem after my own heart! Really what I have been feeling myself lately. only you express it so gracefully.