As I turn away, no tears left to cry
We should’ve talked—I tried before goodbye
The love we laid to rest, now marked in chalk
Not all your fault, not mine—we both did our best
I keep what’s left locked deep inside
A place in me where you still hide
OUTLINED COLLAGE
A
random
gathering
of petals
floating
novel
new
Against sheer lace that filters in,
pink halos traced with white,
she leans against the window's frame,
enveloped by the light
The pregnant pause, as twilight crowns
accentuates her form.
The beauty of her shape is drowned,
in mother-love transformed
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For Nette's Contest "Let Me Feel Your Lines"
Visual #4
4/1/15
You won't mistake me for the girl on t.v.
Or after "hello" remember meeting me
You won't try to know who I really am
Or think for a moment that I'm worth a damn
You won't remember if I was alone or not
Or know your not thinking that helpless thought
I'm no on to remember; I'm no one different
I'm no one to know; I'm no one important
To you, I'm not even there.
A heart outlined in steel.
Designed just so i'll never feel.
It's way too late to get off this ride.
There's no one in which I can confide.
Falling down.
The screams like thunder.
Into lost dreams and lies I plunder.
a picture of humanity -
life tinged with sadness
inspired by painting style of Jawalensky
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