If you knew my fear, you would understand my pain.
The fear of me giving you my all
Only to have you walk away
with thoughts of never seeing me again.
The sole purpose of me being, so cautious
with my feelings, is because,
I'm fragile, and afraid, so afraid
you'll find me suddenly, unappealling
I'm afraid I'll regress, into my private fortress,
An unfinished masterpiece, unmasked.
like a pen reversing it's ink,
Artist...marked as unknown
like a writer reverbing the script,
Answers to questions, forever; to reamain unasked.
An animal acting out of pure instinct.
An uncopyrited playrite, stolen.
My love used as a token.
Muted sound that never finishes it's path
just unheard sound waves, gasping for breath.
intending on pounding it's unanswered wrath
on the soul of an artist, whose kept
a little piece of a place that theyve never shown.
A place where the artist can be at peace,
X marks the spot....Artist unknown.......