Monday, January 13, 2014

For Her, when Her was She..




|{I painted you
In colors of nights apart,
And with my greedy heart
I tainted you.

I drew you
A picture of quiet rage
And in this abysmal trade
I threw you.

I claim you
For mostly which is worse
And while you live this curse
I blame you.

I bereave you
Just wait for the light
And lover, love the fright
while I grieve you.}

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