Untitled by Sonya Nyrop

Untitled

by Sonya Nyrop

words paint such beautiful pictures

in my head

i like the world in there

i pick the colors

and the shapes

things go where i want

i am the artist

i am the master

when the words escape my head

they're not ready

and they embarass me

when the words are forced out

the colors run

and make a big, ugly splatter

i have to be patient

and wait until the paint dries.