I prayed for the enemy that could have been my friend
I wept to think a game of chess might bring a bitter end
Forced to play the darker side
No paint can change the wave or tide
The palette has blurred, the image obscured
No masterpiece this eve
An unsteady hand is not so grand
And the watery eye deceives.
Pain will always make words flow, be they wrong or right
And so I guess since my heart's a mess, I'll say a lot tonight.
Shall I yell out the gritty?
Or call out the shitty?
Or fake and talk pretty
What if you find that the hues of my mind
Have painted things real, clear and true...?
that she is, loves, and learns
Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit...
It's not always roses, but that's life...
for bitter or sweet.
I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place...
...A mile in my shoes...