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Show me your pastel shades in water colours And hide your laugh lines in candle light Please Keep your grimace in your sneer pocket No one wants to see your teeth I know how sharp they are I know your growl is so guttural It is hunger This canvas soaks up everything it touches But can’t force anything to mix There is no texture in your vibrancy And too much in your shading So much green in your jealousy That no one is debating I know what shades of orange to be When I need to light a fire What shades of grey to fill my mouth When I need to be a liar But you Dear model Airbrushed to centerfold Show me Your pastel shades Where your humanity should be Watercolour your water colours any hue of blue and green Picturesque my sunset And lay me on the grass Between the fading of your daylight And the dying of my earth And don’t dandelion my locks Because I won’t turn to face your sun Don’t dampen my clay With whatever colorful tears you drip Some things just never mix Even though They look so beautiful Together On paper
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Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 5:19 AM UTC
The Blending of Colours (FL Poem for g)
Show me your pastel shades in water colours And hide your laugh lines in candle light Please Keep your grimace in your sneer pocket No one wants to see your teeth I know how sharp they are I know your growl is so guttural It is hunger This canvas soaks up everything it touches But can’t force anything to mix There is no texture in your vibrancy And too much in your shading So much green in your jealousy That no one is debating I know what shades of orange to be When I need to light a fire What shades of grey to fill my mouth When I need to be a liar But you Dear model Airbrushed to centerfold Show me Your pastel shades Where your humanity should be Watercolour your water colours any hue of blue and green Picturesque my sunset And lay me on the grass Between the fading of your daylight And the dying of my earth And don’t dandelion my locks Because I won’t turn to face your sun Don’t dampen my clay With whatever colorful tears you drip Some things just never mix Even though They look so beautiful Together On paper
This poem is for g jha, and the first line was donated by her. Thanks for playing!
jon-tobias
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jon-tobias
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Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 5:19 AM UTC
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