Seldom Seen, Often Misundrstd

The things that is said, never forgiven. Pray to a God you will never see. I paint my walls blue and red, purple undertones, all my dreams blend. You were a shadow of make believe, I will no longer stitch my heart on my sleeve. My journals peak into my mind, words and emotion, simply defined. Cocaine, sugar cookies and hummingbirds. 1:30 am and here we are suspended in time, same situation, a thick chalk outline. Thinking - passive - past tense ... where would I rewind time?