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saving isn't working on my computer right now>>
so...
Unfinished poem with andi dork heart
Ink upon the paper
Softly caressing each word
In turn growing both dark and sweet
(Much like you)
The white purity
Invaded with the soggy blackness--
Ideas,
Words.
Emotions run deep--
Engraving themselves upon the stationary
Burning a hole through the partchment
And reviving the said emotion I'd yet to awaken,
Though each breath's been peirced with spite
--It's become so essential
Unable to be removed
Instead I fix it upon my heart.
(Don't dare take my hand-no.
Not this time, love
You've lied for the last time.)
Ink portraying the eternal sin you placed upon me
The betrayal you carried out
Lies smeared,
Curses spread
the hole once burned
is now a scar
a reminder of our yesterday
And a reason not to trust
You.
[yet it's so easy to let go]
One hundred images flash through my head
A scrapbook of our past
Each snapshot
Anouther sullen memory
I'd love to forget
Still those lips seem so inviting
Posion-lined and georgous
The kiss of death awaits my arival.
black and white frozen portraits
happiness on paper
trapped, to never be free
(You have my soul
in a 8"x10" frame)
 angel08 · Wed Feb 23, 2005 @ 03:22am · 0 Comments |
