I'm painting with water
It's overflowing the page
It's on my desk, dripping to the floor
But my brush is still painting rage
A vibrant red, sad, dark purples
With black and grey clouds
My brush is spinning, I am crying
My mind is telling loud
My tears drop on the page,
It's overflowing oceans
But my brush is painting rage
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Mean Anything to Me
PoetryPoetry about things that you could understand, but not in the way I understand it.
