Past Art.
Past Art.
Feel the screaming call of the haunted past.
Begging for anther ponder
just one more mindless wonder?.
As I try unbind my mind from this twisted thought
that you are still wishing that I fought
Stuck in time as the clock tick forwards,
I have no doubt i saw something.
a spark of life, cant describe it,
but you felt you must hide it.
As you paint this picture perfect puzzle
Of a pretty lady with out pain or struggle.
Never hurt or even miss stood in a puddle.
Art thrown over to mislead the other.
but i saw it.
The part of you, you missed to cover,
The part of you , you want no one to discover.
Wild acts and thoughts I want to tame.
but you an unfinished picture,
just not worth the frame...
Failing to keep colours with in your lies..
are those even real tears in your eyes?
08/09/2010
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