Her pale lips
So perfect in there stillness
Painted over with a thin coat
Of shimming scarlet red
Her once flushed cheeks
Now dusted over
With the harshness of artificial
Rosiness and splendor
For she now lives
In a world of eternal
Slumber
At peace in the hellish
Chaos of this world
In her cocoon of
Velveteen cushions
Nobody must look at her
To know the beauty
That she holds
In the innocents
Of her features
She was the only
Person in this
Excuse for paradise
That knew you
For the imperfections
That made you who you are
You loved her
With your entire being
You loved her
And now…
…she is gone.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
Her pale lips
So perfect in there stillness
Painted over with a thin coat
Of shimming scarlet red
Her once flushed cheeks
Now dusted over
With the harshness of artificial
Rosiness and splendor
For she now lives
In a world of eternal
Slumber
At peace in the hellish
Chaos of this world
In her cocoon of
Velveteen cushions
Nobody must look at her
To know the beauty
That she holds
In the innocents
Of her features
She was the only
Person in this
Excuse for paradise
That knew you
For the imperfections
That made you who you are
You loved her
With your entire being
You loved her
And now…
…she is gone.