The Painting

We are born a blank canvas, sent to earn our marks. Life is the journey we then embarked. Some now are scattered rainbows, pictures of green grass meadows.While others portray portraits of even the darkest caverns. As for the inside though,only we are to know. 

I know your exterior is a painting, a mural you dream up all night long. Each brushstroke is extravagant, but I know you feel you don't belong. I see through what you have molded, the laughs and the smile, I know how in your eyes life isn't worthwhile. I see this through your forced laughs at jaded jokes, and how your hope is what chokes. 

I see in your eyes the desperate truth. I see all the hurt that our love could soothe.  Give me your hand, don't hide a thing,we'll discover the blessing that love will bring.  I won't tell your secret,not a soul will  know but for  now we must go; Into the night, where all feels right. 700 miles up the east county road, curled in blankets on the floor we let off our load. One day, we will leave the negitivites , doubts and this town behind. Leaving them all wondering "why?"