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The tears with which I longed to great you
Dissolve in the face of perfection.
Now I am left licking chocolate off my fingers
And complaining that they're sticky.
How I wish I could say that time flows away
Like blood from an open wound!
But I feel myself standing in sunlight,
And my shadowy dreams start to fade.
I smile sagely and instruct
With my hypocritical giggles
And a playful shove.
Let yourself be happy!
The painting is done, and far too pretty
So why not smear it with black?
Sitting on the bathroom floor
I cover my legs with Princess-Pink band-aids,
Because,
Well,
Can't you see the scratches?
 Iridescence Lila · Fri Jan 26, 2007 @ 01:53am · 3 Comments |
