observant to the motion
analytical to the notion
the words so softly spoken
the mood full of passion
the eyes holding sadness
an empty canvas
drink in hand, looking the saddest
like the only one on the planet
black as callous as ever
madness, unintentional rebellion
the yelling
the seldom welcome
the depression
self-rejection so hard
leaving you scarred
take my arm
i’ll show you no harm
that you’re a star
but first
you must leave the bar
set down your drink
and believe
it’s okay to dream
to sleep
to show grief
and breathe