Windows of Life

If the soul is the eye of life
The brain is the sponge
My heart bleeds so much I am never alone 
Is there some realization to make me cry ?
To much time breeds my indecision
I go forth to see the world 
My template is somewhere near God
I move so fast a blink seems to be an eternity
Love is everything
Please take me home 
I long to see my beginning
I am a blank canvas
Paint me for good it's over
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Nance Avatar
November 13, 2014 at 10:16 PM
A lot of deep thoughts painted on your canvas, you may think it is blank, but the words of your soul are imbedded in the texture of your canvas.
Biles Avatar
November 13, 2014 at 3:05 PM
I enjoyed this piece Christopher. -TJ
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