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My skin is lovely colors-
It isn’t supposed to be-
Its natural neon white-
But not anymore-
It’s invaded by this network of gorgeous blues and purples-
It sometimes hurts,
But it’s so mesmerizing.
How long can it be-
Before these designs are permanent-
And I am a pattern of lacy blues and purples?
I stare deeper-
I see his face in the lines,
So sad,
So Angry-
Always angry-
Then sad,
Apologetic,
A pictograph of our lives-
Him on his feet,
Me on the floor-
Then him on his knees crying-
Begging me to forgive.
I don’t even feel it anymore,
I think.
My mother always said love was like a work of art-
A masterpiece painted with pain and exhilaration-
Well I am a canvas-
One that he painted with his fists.
- by Lovely_Dead_Trash |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/03/2011 |
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- Title: Such Lovely Colors
- Artist: Lovely_Dead_Trash
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Description:
I had horrible taste in love.
If you're like I was, you're an idiot.
Bruises and force aren't love-
Care, affection- that's love.
Gods willing you won't go through this. - Date: 04/03/2011
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