They say pain makes the best art..

so many opportunites I've missed to let my heart bleed thru my pin..onto the paper..turning blue when it hits the air..a reflection of my emotions..breaking into small lines across the pages..I fold the corners of the pages, so it doesn't get onto any thing(one) else..its toxins are deadly..mixed with past pain..present insecurities and future doubts...when tossed into the air.."All I see is fireworks"..pretty colors of confusion..T