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Ivory Is Such A Pretty Shade.

The fabric soft against my skin.

I slip into it,

ravishing the feeling of this moment.

Wondering how many more tomorrows will feel this way.

Until I realize its soiled,

these disgusting stains that have made me collateral damage.

Its so grimy!

So foul!

How revolting!

How I hate my self for hating you...

                                                                                                                                                      Its like I can't escape him.

His stench of betrayal follows me  every where!

I can’t clean it off!

The pride that once held this ivory shade,

is now smeared and torn with images of you.

                                                                                                                                           Fine then, be with her.

Pearl buttons and lace ties hang by mere threads

where beautiful memories once stitched them together.

You've left me tarnished and tainted.

                                                                                                                      What did i see in you.

It’s like the world can see this new shade.

A stench that seeps from the stains!

Creating this barricade from who I want to be!

Who I want to show to him.

I hide my now homely love,

stuck in box,

beneath my bed,

unable to rid my self of your Pandora's box,

in ambition to make sure,

no one will ever see this ***** laundry.

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Written by
shukorina
Eritrean
Published
Feb 15, 2012
Lines·Words
30·189
Notes

Think of the side italics as thoughts...

Also,

it's not about what you might think it's about.

;)

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