because you think everything
you love can be replaced
a churlish lie is just pleading to be
demolished
In reality——–
I am sick of dreaming
–LM
Inspired by: NF – Lost
Cradled in my arms
are lifeless feathers
The fragile heap
my white raven
& first love
is gone
I will never be the same
–LM
sometime there is a quiet
I can do less than define
I find my sight distorted___
and I hate grief
so I veil it well|
though it has lost importance
when you led me to a black
room with tiny skylights&
the zodiac writ on the floor
[carved like a second skin]
I eyed your sign and I loved you
then
there were so many paintings
so many lurid frames
your image was immortal
as Dorian Gray
perhaps cursed
just the same
–LM
Authors Note:
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