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Artist sits in her abstrakt room on her abstrakt chair
Suspended in time on her abstrakt air
You know
That moment where thought and decision stand completely still
Unable to budge to even the most headstrong of wills
She listens to her heartbeat
Opens her eyes
And silently cries
Unsure how to complete the incomplete portrait in front of her
All it’ll take is one color to complete…
Him.
That man who caught her mind, heart and soul
Who wielded her common sense with his seductive hold
How foolish she had been to fall for him.
She steps out of her thoughts and examines the hues
Her abstrakt being had applied
To the lips that once lit the fire in her heart
And the hands that melted the innocence of her thighs
From the take-me-now reds and get-away-from-me grays
She remembers passionate nights and heartbreaking days
From the you-lied-to-me oranges and the trust-in-me greens
She feels the deep emotion that to others remain unseen
From the heart-on-my-sleeve yellows to the hate-you-so blacks
How a man could commit both sweet and violent acts
Is beyond her…
What was she missing?
There were crimsons, vermilions, chartreuses, and pearls
Painted in a myriad of simple lines and complex swirls
And yet there was a color missing…
Some shade that captured the sadness he caused her
That she always saw in his eyes
Because she was looking at herself.
And then it hit her.
The finishing touch, the metaphor of the pain she all too well knew
And with her fingers she painted his eyes a rainwater blue.
- by Dizzy Delirious |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/22/2009 |
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