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Imagination Will Break Your Heart.
Eyes I assume to be brown,
shielded by locks on a flawless face
are washed away, become anonymous....
Still, those memories I chase.
Hair I would assume to wave,
bouncing over freckled skin....
Images I've never seen,
but my memories lock those within.
Having never seen the face
of the daughter I dreamt I knew....
I imagine every detail,
because the reality is, she's through.
Refusing to see a canvas of a face,
I paint upon her in my mind.
She never showed the world her beauty,
my only child, left behind.
I imagine scabbed knees,
and band-aids upon fingers.
I never saw her angel face,
yet somehow she still lingers.
shielded by locks on a flawless face
are washed away, become anonymous....
Still, those memories I chase.
Hair I would assume to wave,
bouncing over freckled skin....
Images I've never seen,
but my memories lock those within.
Having never seen the face
of the daughter I dreamt I knew....
I imagine every detail,
because the reality is, she's through.
Refusing to see a canvas of a face,
I paint upon her in my mind.
She never showed the world her beauty,
my only child, left behind.
I imagine scabbed knees,
and band-aids upon fingers.
I never saw her angel face,
yet somehow she still lingers.
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