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Letting the gold splash across his Canvas,
I see the pain etched like bronze on your face.
This is not the way to the Wedding...
No, no, I lost my way.
He is a god made from Love and Lillies,
His perfume is a musk saturating your pores,
His walk is a gait that penetrates your space,
The atmosphere shudders as his mind turns to you.
Obvious obsession,
I see you both dancing the Lovers Twirl;
What what once was mine is flashing on your face,
Who once was mine is holding you now.
I don't have the power to fall to my knees,
So instead I lay down and hope for sleep
Because he is the Song perpetually repeating in my mind...
And now I understand the tears the artists cry.
- by Becca_dactyl |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/12/2009 |
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- Title: His Canvas
- Artist: Becca_dactyl
- Description: Just a lil something :3 Really this isn't made up, but more of an echo of what was going through my mind when I wrote it.
- Date: 09/12/2009
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- fireshadowkatdemon - 11/11/2011
- This is very good. I like how elaborate it is.
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