Every morning doves come to my window
Every morning I close my window
They have come to sing to my day
A day I dread with every dove that sings
Every day the doves fly away
Hoping tomorrow will changes my disposition
Every evening I open my window
To listen to the nightingale sing to my night
I always color
Within the lines
Carefully pushing each stroke
To the sharpest edge
Each masterpiece
Reaching mass view
Others cross the lines
Shadings blur
Into unwelcome chaos
Any genius now denied
No matter how great
It began wrong
Each word
Gently decided
Not sure what to do
Refusing to decide my feelings
I do not want to be hurt
You always hurt
So I choose my words
So you do not read too close
And I gently decide
In case I decide
To have you close
Turn one more page
Read one more story
Find one more reason
One last time
One final move
No running
Just now
The chance to change
The pain of a lifetime
The loss and trials
Rewards are found
For those who work hard
A balance
Found to each
And all the blessed
Have all the peace
Some
Absorb the grief
Unwilling, breaking
For a balance
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 