Painting Pictures With Words

I’m using memories as brushstrokes On a canvas of feelings each day I wake up with a line, or a thought in my mind Then, I put a pen to the page Verses and rhymes, about my hard times On display, for the whole world to see Just what it is, that lives On the inside of me I’m painting pictures with words From past love’s and hurt And on occasion, even sunshine comes thru I speak of hard times, all the mountains I’ve climbed And it seems I only echo the truth I’m painting pictures with words Try’n’ to live with this curse It’s a love I wouldn’t trade for the world Jones their Van Gogh, and as far as I know The other masters, were Gosdin and Merle Some stories I tell, are my personal hell Others, are nothing but dreams Its the void you can’t see, on this easel of grief That tears me apart at the seam Each thought is for sale, If it relates to you well Take a listen, I’m guessing you’ll see The nouns and the verbs, will emotion’ly flirt With feelings, that need/long to be free I’m painting pictures with words From past love’s and hurt And on occasion, even sunshine comes thru I speak of hard times, all the mountains I’ve climbed And it seems, I only echo the truth I’m painting pictures with words Try’n’ to live with this curse It’s a love, I wouldn’t trade for the world Jones their Van Gogh, and as far as I know The other masters, were Gosdin and Merle I’m painting pictures with words Let me paint, a picture for you...