By Meridian
Date Submitted/Written: March 21, 1999
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The paper of my life lies in a heap
On this dirty Autumn floor Blown away wreckless The canvas stretches wide across my face Elaborate shades of purple and blue Seem to merge together As if I've never known the truth of them Tears of crimson splatter like Raindrops across the page Creating a lie they want me to live Promisies and Pictures write themselves Carelessly across my painting Only to be broken again By the beating of my heart Solemn voices cast shades of black Into the lovliness of nothing The painting looks older - ragged The paper is crumbled - torn Loves known and past come To haunt the corners, creating a dull shade of green I've come to watch the painting gather Watch the colors paint themselves across my life I can not stop them from coming Cannot control their shade or destination Silver splatters heavily across the canvas It runs slowly down to my fingers. What I just can not ignore.. The silence of it all As if I was never meant to know That this was how it'd be Uncontrolled, destiny unknown Was i never meant to know? That I could watch it all alone - so divided I feel enlightened, but expect that noone will remember I feel determined, but with no cause to change I feel let down And with that, I retreat to sleep. |
