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I wish I could draw
But I pulled the short straw
I can explain the woman’s translucent face
But others will see her as another race
There are many people
Each holding many things dear
However,
among them all,
There is always one thing,
recognized or not,
That no one lives without
What does everyone have
I told myself I'd stop caring, but it hurts even more when I pretend that I don't.
I'm angry that it got to be her, and not me.
She got the first crack, and that crack became the rift that broke your heart, I think.
Life is worth living because of these.
Strum of coastal breeze,
sugary and smooth,
lock of hair that flits
away from my face.
Rustle of leaves, slight and drifting,
I walked off MeAnd into the Corridor of my houseIt was not the sameHad mirror wallsBoth the walls strangelyRevealed strange imagesOf my familiar self
I only have one shot at this,
So I want to do it right.
How does one take a selfie,
Depicting an authentic sight?
This passion of mine is a craft I refine,
Words Clash and align then get graft into lines.
Disaster and crime get you blast with a nine,
Just for cash or a dime bet you castin' a sign.
Remember that day you felt you could never compare
That feeling that life just couldn't be fair
Remember the tears that flooded your eyes
That feeling that life is a pile of lies
I wish that I didn’t have to tell you how beautiful your body is.
I wish that the world would shout about the beauty in the map of your skin.
The freckles, stretch marks, bumps and scars
Slanted Like The Leaning Tower Of Pisa I. Am. Slanted. Though I Stand Enchanted By This Hungry Image Of Beauty, That Is About To Crumble, Tumble ,To The Ground, Only To Be Found In One Giant Mess.
