The StoryBrandi Carlile
All of 		these lines 		across my 	face
Tell you the 	story of who
So many storiesof where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amBut these storiesdon't mean anything
When you've got no one totell them toIt's true...I was made for you
I climbedacross                themountain tops
Swam all across theocean blue
I Crossed all the linesand I Broke all theBut baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat brokeYou made me feel     like aBucksYou do, I was made for you
It's hiding the words that don't come outYou see the smilethat's on my mouth
Andall of my friends who think that I'm blessedThey don't know   myhead is a messNo, they don't know who I really amAndthey don't know 	what I've been throughlike you do, and I was made for you
All of 		these lines 		across my 	face
Tell you the 	story of who
So many storiesof where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amBut these storiesdon't mean anything
When you've got no one totell them toIt's true...I was made for you
It's true…that I wasmade for you

Edst 6215 visual poetry project