There is a person that I once knew.
Like a masterpiece in a museum
She hung on the walls of a good mans heart.
But back behind
The steady red velvet ropes,
there was not the proper light,
And her smile became shadowed and blurred.
The curator noticed the change
and in an effort to free her
Started washing her canvas with spirits,
a bottle shaped like escape.
It started changing her hue
And it freightened me
I knew she would not be here much longer
And that freightened me more.
I knew I would miss the
Endless eon skies
When her eyes met mine.
But she had to go and
I was left Gemini of heart
I still remember to this day
The soaring cobalt towers,
The little soul echos,
The stardust whisps that wished
Someone could comprehend
The poems
in her endless eon skies.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
There is a person that I once knew.
Like a masterpiece in a museum
She hung on the walls of a good mans heart.
But back behind
The steady red velvet ropes,
there was not the proper light,
And her smile became shadowed and blurred.
The curator noticed the change
and in an effort to free her
Started washing her canvas with spirits,
a bottle shaped like escape.
It started changing her hue
And it freightened me
I knew she would not be here much longer
And that freightened me more.
I knew I would miss the
Endless eon skies
When her eyes met mine.
But she had to go and
I was left Gemini of heart
I still remember to this day
The soaring cobalt towers,
The little soul echos,
The stardust whisps that wished
Someone could comprehend
The poems
in her endless eon skies.
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