Spilled Words

Words spilling out on a blank piece
Of canvas and images tumbling
Out. The doubt will stop and cease

Just for a moment. Thoughts stumbling
And lagging behind are catching up to
Me. Things that were once crumbling

To the floor like ash are rising up to you,
The one who never truly understands
Unless you know me. My long-lasting blue

Sky is different than yours. The strands
Running through my fingertips would never
Make sense to you. Hang onto my hands

So you know what I feel, but forever
Feels like a long time ago. Catch onto my
Every word. It will take however

Long it needs to for you to get why I cry
And the reasons why I write. Everything
I create are my friends. They make me less shy.