Emotions transferred from one's heart to my hold,
I paint one's soul onto a piece of white paper.
Their words are dancing across fields of smooth white,
Through my blood that is smeared into unsteady grounds.
I laugh for you, I cry for you,
I am the important device for your expression,
Those feelings that are encrypted from my veins.
Signatures inked in cursive,
Lines drawn from spastic hands,
I create a vision of the deepest of all reality,
I create a sense of understanding brought from one's words.
For lack of sincerity,
I am the one to curse when these unsent letters
Bleed away into blue, singular lines,
And appear faded from all of those years spent hiding in your dresser drawer.
--IcyFire
**4/13/04
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