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artheart
your face still has the same
watercolor stain.
hope is woven
in the back of your head
though,
you won't tell.
when i run my hand across paper
lead makes it grey
and it crumbles underneath the pressure.
you said once that we both
try to make music notes
with plastic paint brushes
and fake pastels
and i told you
that all cloth is bound to tear.
watercolor stain.
hope is woven
in the back of your head
though,
you won't tell.
when i run my hand across paper
lead makes it grey
and it crumbles underneath the pressure.
you said once that we both
try to make music notes
with plastic paint brushes
and fake pastels
and i told you
that all cloth is bound to tear.
Published 19th Dec 2011
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Anonymous
19th Dec 2011 4:51pm
First off, the title's wonderful, but the actual poem has a quality to it that's hopeless and resigned, yet poetically beautiful with a splash of vibrance. The only thing I would change is the first line, making it 'watercolor' versus 'water color'. :]
