Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Funny those thoughts
That defend the indefensible
In the dark of the night
The dog scratched
Nervously
As he had been bathed moments before
Still damp but ready to go
The ball is in his mouth and I carry a leash
We fake it if we see animal patrol

But no matter about the things that hurt so much yesterday
I painted them
Let them go
Twisted hearts