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Watercolor recollections, Bleed away with rain With the brilliant colors All longing fades away To have you hold me. I miss you And our hours together color on pale canvas like the face paint we used last Halloween And I’d laugh when you’d tickle my nose My hollow screams rebound from every brick of our studio Fragmented cries of someone not whole You are in every direction here Each canvas smeared with paint is another trinket in your shrine Like driftwood sculptures bobbing in still water Long buried memories surface But no blissful moment emerges those are buried with you We fought that night Like wolves for their young, Father’s for their daughter Vicious and unrelenting. Neither of us really won But I long to forget Cobblestone words, sharp Driven from you in anger Forced out of your mouth An orphan wrenched from cold, dead hands So I place our paintings on the doorstep And the rain becomes an eraser The color fades Like runoff water from mountains And with our watercolor creations, All memories drain away And I’m left with nothing But smudges of paint on my skin Inside our paradise.
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
Without You
Watercolor recollections, Bleed away with rain With the brilliant colors All longing fades away To have you hold me. I miss you And our hours together color on pale canvas like the face paint we used last Halloween And I’d laugh when you’d tickle my nose My hollow screams rebound from every brick of our studio Fragmented cries of someone not whole You are in every direction here Each canvas smeared with paint is another trinket in your shrine Like driftwood sculptures bobbing in still water Long buried memories surface But no blissful moment emerges those are buried with you We fought that night Like wolves for their young, Father’s for their daughter Vicious and unrelenting. Neither of us really won But I long to forget Cobblestone words, sharp Driven from you in anger Forced out of your mouth An orphan wrenched from cold, dead hands So I place our paintings on the doorstep And the rain becomes an eraser The color fades Like runoff water from mountains And with our watercolor creations, All memories drain away And I’m left with nothing But smudges of paint on my skin Inside our paradise.
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27/F/American
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
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