Drawn

caught between sundown and sunset two shadows wound as one tangled sheets , doors unlocked toiling for the faceless, loveless whose fate was not to speak for every solitary figure gathering blankets for warmth against the winter's night for the countless silhouettes painted on Macys vacant walls for every heartbreak that cracked our skin for every lost smile fallen thru the cracks thru the seasons, and birth of each graying hair for every child, whose face displayed a tale and the confused whose rules cannot be broke for the lonesome lovers whose embrace under these frigid nights cannot be broke so i'm preaching for the two aching ones clinging to each other under midnights purple cape suspended between past and promise under a curtain fallen from too personal a tale eyes moist , nurtured where words are shipwrecked vessels floating aimlessly overhead two echo emotion trapped beneath heavy quilts anchored within each other's arms and soft flesh whose wounds thought would go unnursed under the security of thunder and lightning two lay splayed across the broken sheets content previously misplaced among other faces maybe for each person whose promise escaped them this painting breathes