Walking arm to arm
not doing no harm
I see you
And you see me
but you still want more
an I can't get
the hurt of the past out
of my mind
So I grind but
you all disappear to my shine
then I walk away
And am covered
by my Words to give you
more then dimes at
this time
I want my paintings
to be felt
All throughout my work
from the brush
to the rush to put it there
in that form for
all to see.
© Lash